22 comments/ 81117 views/ 32 favorites New Experience By: Juliewife My name is Julie. I am 36, married to Tim and we have two children. I am 5'4", about 120 pounds and have a 34b bust. I was also a virgin until I became engaged to my husband and he has always told me he was too. This adventure happened in September when my husband and I decided we were entitled to a trip on our own. We arranged care for our two children and planned a 4 day, 3 night trip to Las Vegas. We joked a lot about the Las Vegas slogan, "What happens in Las Vegas, stays in Las Vegas." Still, I never considered that I would want to do anything with a man other than my husband, let alone actually do it. This was also the first time we had been to Las Vegas since a year after we got married right out of college. Still, my husband had this fantasy about seeing what would happen if I went to bar alone and dressed sexy. He also wanted to see how attractive he really would be to other women. I am not sure which part bothered me more. I kept telling him I was not interested in any other man, but he kept telling me we should enjoy the chance to really have an adventure. I weakened toward the idea of flirting in a bar. Actually, I liked the idea that a woman my age, mother of two, might be able to get attention. So I finally agreed that we could give it a try, provided I could stop it whenever I wanted. I wanted to be in control of how far it went. In my mind, how far it would go was some innocent, or not so innocent flirting and maybe kissing. We arrived at Las Vegas at just after 1:00 and checked into our room on the strip. Then we went out to check out how things had changed and what there was to do. We wandered through Caesar's Palace, The Venetian and other places enjoying all the fancy sights and decided a bar in our motel was as good as any other. Then we went back to our room and changed to go swimming and do some sunning in what light was left. After a dip in the pool we were delayed in getting out to dinner because my loving husband decided to help me get my bikini off and before long we were on the bed with his penis buried in me. We showered, got dressed again and headed out for a nice simple dinner at the motel. During dinner my husband again discussed what he wanted to do. He wanted me to dress sexy and to sit alone at the bar looking like I wanted attention. I asked him how far he was willing to let it go and he told me it would be entirely up to me. I asked him if he minded me kissing another man and he said no. I asked what about having him touch me as we kissed. He told me as long as I was okay with it he would be okay with it. Then I asked the big one. What if he invited me up to his room. I have to be honest, just asking the question made my clit tingle. I was a little surprised when he told me it was entirely my decision. Then I asked my husband what he would be doing. He told me he would take his lead from me and how lucky he might get. But whatever I did with another man he was free to do with another girl. Knowing I was not going to let this go too far, I agreed. We finished our dinner and wine and headed back to our room to get ready. With my husband's help I decided to wear a silky red, sleeveless dress he bought me a year before. It is pretty short, mid thigh, and I always feel sexy wearing it. Underneath he was encouraging me to go with no bra but I decided on a pink panty and bra set. The panties were bikini panties with lace all around the legs and waist. The bra was lacy to match. I wore nice simple black sandals with a 2 inch heel he declared me to be truly sexy and beautiful and told me good luck. I was nervous as I set out for the bar. I almost didn't get on the elevator, but I made it down to the bar and nervously looking around I settled on a little table close to the bar but not in the center of the area. I sat down and took thorough stock of my surrounding. It was still somewhat early, about 8:30, but there were others present. One guy in particular watched me as I entered. I ordered a glass of white wine and when the waitress returned with it she told me it was already paid for. My stomach almost churned as the man I had seen watching me come in got up and came over to me table. He introduced himself as Steve and sat down with me. Tim and I had decided our story was we were separated and I was down with friends but they had decided to go to a show and I wasn't interested. Steve turned out to be 42, divorced and in town for a convention. It was about this time Tim came in and sat down at the bar in a location where we could see each other but out of earshot. I saw him smile at me and then turn his attention to a young woman sitting two seats over from him. I soon found myself enjoying Steve's attention. He told me about his divorce the year before and I told him my husband and I had been drifting apart but that I still loved him. As we talked my glass became empty and he ordered another and moved his chair right next to mine. I was nervous and excited at the same time. I also decided this was my husband's idea and I was free to enjoy Steve's attention, as long as it didn't go too far. As we talked and laughed I would put my hand on his arm and lean into him so I at least touched my shoulder to his. It wasn't long before Steve had his hand on my bare leg right at the hem of my dress. Even though his touch alarmed me it also made my clit tingle again and I could feel the wetness on my panties. I told Steve I really wanted to see the volcano at the Mirage so he took my hand and we went out for a walk. The weather was warm and actually very pleasant as we walked the strip and took in the sights. A light breeze kept blowing under my dress and that helped me feel good, along with the effects of the wine. We joined the crowd in front of the volcano and waited. Steve put his arm around my waist as we waited and I felt a thrill go through me. I also thought I needed to get back with Tim before things got out of hand. I was also starting to think I really liked the idea of things getting out of hand. This was being affected by how good it felt when Steve's hand came up against the bottom of my breast as he held it around my waist. The volcano was impressive and exciting as I felt the heat of the flames and continued to feel Steve's body next to and against mine. When it ended I turned to him to tell him what I thought and he pulled me into him for a kiss. As he kissed me, and I kissed back, I could feel his erection against my belly and began to think how good it would feel in me. I knew I had to put a stop to things and told Steve I wanted to get back to the bar. Back at the bar I didn't see Tim at first, but then found him at the craps table next to a girl and with his arm around her waist. Steve and I sat down and he ordered drinks and we continued to engage in small talk. I excused myself to go to the ladies room and made sure Tim saw where I was going. He broke off from his game and followed me. I told him I noticed he didn't seem to lack for attention and he said I seemed to be doing fine too. He wanted to know where I had gone and I told him about the volcano, but left out the kissing, etc. I asked him if he was okay and he said everything was fine. I asked him how far he was really ready for me to go with Steve. He looked thoughtful and then said, "Julie, I love you and I trust you. This is Las Vegas, do what you really want to do." Then he asked me if I wanted to go to bed with Steve. I told him no. Then I asked what if I did want to. Tim told me it was my choice. My voice almost broke with nervousness as I told him, "See you in the morning." Even though I told Tim I would see him in the morning, I didn't really intend to sleep with Steve. I just could not see myself making love to a man other than my husband. Still, I went back to the bar and rejoined Steve who welcomed me back with a kiss. As we talked Steve put his hand on my leg again but this time he moved it higher and had it on the inside of my thigh. I decided I needed some fresh air to clear my head and suggested we walk outside again. The night was still warm and the outside air was very pleasant. As we walked and talked Steve continued to have his arm around me but got bolder about touching my breast and putting his hand on my backside. Finally, in a spot a little more to the side he stopped and pulling me into him began to kiss me again. He kissed me and rubbed my breast as I couldn't help but press myself against his erect penis. I began to rub my clit against it and he put his hands on my backside and pulled me into him. As he did this he pulled the back of my dress up and began to rub my panties and with his hand on my thighs pull me into him. With part of me saying I had to get away and the other part saying I wanted to feel him in me, confusion reigned in my mind. Steve suggested we go to his room and I said okay. We walked back to the motel and into the elevator. We were alone so Steve continued to kiss me and pull my dress up to rub my panties over my bottom. As we walked to his room my nervousness increased but I felt like I had reached the point of no return. I balked at his door but he held his hand out and I went in with him. I told him I needed to use his bathroom and went in to pee and get my thoughts together. I was married and loved my husband and yet here I was about to have sex with another man, I man I had just met. I peed, wiped myself and got my clothing adjusted and went back out to see what was next. Steve kissed me and excused himself as he went into the bathroom. While he was in there I took my sandals off and settled onto the couch with my feet under me. Steve came out took his shoes off and joined me on the couch. He kissed me again and pushed me onto my back with him on top of me. Again I could feel his hard penis and wanted to feel it in me. Steve's hands roamed over my body and under my dress. Having him rub my clit through my panties was driving me wild, but when he put his hands on the waistband of my panties to pull them off I stopped him. He sat up and took his shirt off and then pulled me onto his lap facing him. My clitoris was rubbing against him as we kissed again. Again he was reaching under my dress. Then he reached up and pulled the zipper down. He slid the dress over my head and tossed it aside and I could not stop him as he undid my bra and sent it to join my dress. He stood up and removed him pants and pulled me into him as he kissed me and then pushed me back onto the bed. I knew by then that I was going to have sex with him. My resistance was gone as he took my panties off and sent them to the floor along with his underwear. I could only spread my legs as he crawled back on top of me and I felt his naked hard penis against my clit and the opening of my vagina. He kissed me and moved his penis against me as I rotated my hips in order to better feel him. Finally I couldn't take it any more and told Steve, "Please put it in me." The feeling as he entered me was fantastic. He has it about half way in when it occurred to me he was not wearing a condom. I thought about stopping but decided I wanted to experience everything with him. As he slowly moved in me I wrapped my legs around him and felt the tension build until I pulled him against me and had the most incredible climax. It just seemed to go on and on while he just held his penis deep inside me. As soon as the contractions of my climax ceased he began to move again and soon came in me with fantastic force. I could swear I could actually feel his semen going deep into my vagina as I felt his penis throb in me. Steve collapsed on top of me and said, "That was amazing Julie." I told him I thought so too. Steve kissed me for a while as I continued to enjoy the feel of his now softening penis in me. Finally it fell out with a slight plop and I could feel the semen running out. I got a tissue and wiped as Steve cleaned himself up and then we got under the covers and I feel asleep snuggled in his arms. We both woke up around 3:00 and made love again then feel asleep again. When we woke up after 9:00 I told Steve I needed to get back with my friends, but he started kissing me again and soon we were making love again. I was beginning to worry about what I was going to tell my husband and what he was thinking, so I got up and began to get dressed. As Steve watched me dress, he told me he would be in town until the next day and said he wanted to see more of me. Not sure of how Tim was going to react, I told him I would have to see. We exchanged cell phone numbers and I kissed him goodbye and headed back to the elevator to go to our room. Tim was sitting on the couch reading the newspaper and drinking coffee when I got to our room. I began to feel guilty as I looked at him and thought of Steve's semen leaking onto my panties. Tim looked at me and asked if I had a good time. As I looked at him I could see he loved me and I knew I loved him at much as ever. I told him I had a very good time and asked about him. He said yes, he had a great time also. He asked if I was going to tell him about it and I said if he was sure he wanted me to. Tim pulled me tight against him and asked if Steve fucked me. I said yes. He asked if Steve came in me and again I said yes. Then reaching under my dress and rubbing the crotch of my panties, Tim asked if Steve wore a condom. I hesitated, not wanting to lie to my husband, but also not wanting admit I had let Steve fill me with his semen and sperm. I knew it wasn't my fertile time, so I wasn't worried about getting pregnant. Tim looked at me and asked, "He didn't wear a condom, did he?" I admitted he did not. Tim pulled his pants and underwear off and pushed me back on the bed. Kissing me he then took off my panties and looked at the crotch. Pulling my legs apart, looked at me down there. Then he just leaned forward and drove his penis into me. It felt different from Steve, but it felt good and I loved it and I loved him. We finished up and I headed to the bathroom for a shower. When I came out with a towel around me Tim asked what I wanted to do next. I asked Tim what he did last night. He told me he had sex with the girl I saw him with, but then she left. I told him Steve wanted to see me again. He asked if I wanted to see him and I said yes, if it was okay. Tim said he had told me before that what I wanted to do on this trip was up to me and okay with him. I thanked Tim and called Steve to tell him I could see him. I told him my friends were mad at me for not joining them last night and staying out all night. He suggested I pack up my bags and join him in his room. I told him I would get right back to him. I asked Tim about it and he said, "Sure, enjoy, just don't forget our flight day after tomorrow." Steve extended his trip an extra day to be with me. It has been two months since that trip. My love for Tim is as strong as ever. He asks me about Steve sometimes when we make love and it seems to make him harder as I tell him what happened. Steve calls me once in a while and has suggested we meet again. I have told him I am back with my husband and I am not going to cheat on him. He tells me my husband doesn't need to know. I would not see Steve without Tim's okay, but the idea of another encounter is very enticing. New Experience While working at a University, I began taking a few courses in the evening which interested me. Having a Masters in engineering, these classes were usually the polar opposite in the liberal arts field, just for fun. The people I met were very different and amusing from those I worked with on a daily basis. As an example, I helped an art school professor with a photo editing program she was having problems with. Most of her photos were of herself and others nude. She pointed out one nude subject was her husband. She told me that she would love to photograph me and her husband together for the contrast. He is much shorter with darker hair and skin. She also warned that her husband has a tendency to become erect while being photographed. She proved her point showing me a multitude of pics where he was indeed sportin wood. I took her card, sounds like it might be fun. Most of the professors are not quite that interesting, but many of the students make up for it. I was about ten years older than a majority of the other students. These young girls had a tendency to dress sexier and much more scantily than in my day. One of the graduate students that I found sexy, Carla, was rather flirtatious with me and we ended up dating. She was a student teacher, desiring to become a professor herself. Our relationship continued to grow and it has been marvelous. She is smart, pretty, and always in the mood to make love. In an undergraduate class, I sat in the back enjoying the young scenery. They were too young, but well worth looking at. One very pretty girl who liked teasing me with her big titties, ended up being a friend's daughter. Once we figured this out, she teased me even more, brushing her breasts across my arm. Beside me in the class sat a young man, John, who exhibited a bit of a feminine flair. Years earlier I would have stereotyped him as gay. As it did not matter either way, we became friends without it being an issue or of any concern. About mid-way through the semester, I spent Friday night at Carla's apartment, this led to lovemaking through the night and the following Saturday. Come late afternoon we were still in our bath robes, following a shower together, when the doorbell rang. As Carla opened the door, she found John standing there. John was in the class which she was a teaching assistant. She had promised to look over a writing assignment and offer suggestions. Though forgotten, she turned to retrieve his paper, while I invited him in. Not in class, and likely due to a joint or two, John was much funnier and out going. Carla mentioned to me previously that she went to a night club one evening with a gay friend, who she thought I knew. Turns out her friend was John. While Carla reviewed her suggestions to John, I noticed that her robe was hanging open for him to see her lovely breasts. He did look a couple of times, but he spent more time gazing towards my robe which upon closer inspection was slightly open exposing one testicle. Amused, I did not bother correcting this and became even more amused as he was calling Carla his T and A, short for "teaching assistant" but obviously dripping with dual meaning. As they finished up, I handed each of them a glass while I opened a bottle of wine, inviting him into the living room. Apparently already a bit buzzed, John loosened up more. He was very funny and suggestive. He whined to Carla that he had spent half the semester sitting beside me in hopes of getting laid, but she stole me away. As Carla bent over in front of us pouring more wine, he complimented her, "If I was not gay, I would be all over that sexy ass." Slapping it lightly as only a gay man could get away with in front of a girl's boyfriend. His teasing of Carla continued through the evening. Noticing that she was resting her hand on her abdomen, being sore from our lovemaking, he asked her if she had gotten "fucked a bit hard last night?" Carla smiled, nodding yes, asking if he was jealous? I enjoyed their playful banter finding it flattering. Mockingly she exaggerated her soreness continuing to hold her abdomen as she returned from a restroom trip. He played along asking just how big is his cock? The questioning continued talking about me in third person as if I was not present, is he circumcised, shaved, bent left or right, describe the veins, does he like it rough...? All while he mockingly rubbed his own cock through his jeans. While I laughed, Carla informed me he was only partially joking. He had listened with intent interest to Carla recounting our love making on the evening that they had a drink in the night club together. "He really does have a huge crush on you!" He reminded Carla, "Don't forget, I have a huge crush on you as well. Yours is the only ass without a set of balls dangling that makes my cock hard." It was truly amazing how he could say anything he wanted and neither Carla nor I ever took the least offense. "and speaking of hard cocks, Mommy could you tell me the bedtime story about his cock again?" John had us both rolling in laughter. With great show, Carla teased him opening my robe slightly, just to close it before exposing my cock. She slowly untied the sash to my robe swinging it burlesque style to his cheers of encouragement. Again beginning to open my robe she stopped short, "I will show you his cock if you promise to not miss anymore of my classes, if you promise to read all of the assignments, and you promise to study for the final." With his promise, she exposed my cock to him, completely removing my robe. Finding this all rather exciting, I informed Carla that I would not be sitting there the only one naked. Feigning making a run for it, she allowed herself to easily be caught. She pretended to put up a fight as I disrobed her and bent her over my lap. Slapping her ass lightly, I spread her big sexy ass cheeks showing John her puckered little asshole. I continued to hold her in place while John began questioning if I had fucked her ass with my big cock? Lightly fingering it, I told him how she had a virgin ass. We had tried a couple of times, but backed off as my cock head is fairly large. I could see his cock straining against his jeans, which were a couple sizes too small to begin with. I showed him how I had been massaging her ass getting it ready for me to fuck. Coming closer, he joined us on the couch, telling her in a calm voice to "relax your gorgeous ass, enjoy the fingers opening your tight little asshole." She moaned softly moving her ass in time with my fingers. "Maybe a smaller cock would be the place to start" he suggested as he hand joined mine fingering her ass. Noticing that both of us were fondling her, she pulled away indignantly, only to sit in between us with one hand resting on each of our thighs. I pointed to John's hard cock straining against his jeans only inches from her hand, "your sexy ass is the cause of that." She reached for his belt offering to help, noting it was not fair for him to be clothed. He was too big and strong for her, easily fending her off, even if it was a halfhearted defense. Still nude, I joined in wrestling John to the ground holding him there while Carla removed his shoes, sox, jeans, and underwear. I had to change holds on him, so she could get his shirt off, this resulted in his hard cock being pressed against my belly. This was an odd feeling for me which he compounded by intentionally rubbing it against me. After she had him completely nude, I stepped back to notice that he had left a little stream of pre-cum on me. We resumed our positions on the couch with Carla between us. She stroked both of our cocks, while John and my hands converged between her legs, my fingers massaging her pussy with John's on her asshole. Carla teased me that I had already spilled cum on my belly, as she leaned down licking it off. The information that it was John's cum did not appear to bother her in the least as the two of them were soon licking the length of my cock in turn. The pair together pulled me into the bedroom pushing me back onto the bed, with John taking command of my cock. With surprising command, he told Carla to mount my cock. Her pussy was very wet, slowly sliding down upon my cock. As she took my entire cock, resting to adjust to it's size, John interrupted her plan of continuing. His hands on her big sexy ass held her in place, spreading her cheeks while his tongue probed her tight little asshole intermittently licking down to her cock filled pussy and my balls. Carla ground her clit against me, moaning loudly every time his tongue penetrated her ass. With such encouragement, it is not surprising that his attention was soon focused on fucking her ass as fast and hard as he could, though his hand continued to hold my balls. Her moans soon turned to orgasm alternately pushing back against his tongue, then hard down on my cock. Exhausted, she collapsed on top of me, while continuing to moan mildly with John fingering her ass. Completely relaxed she offered no protest as John began rubbing his cock against her ass. His cock head penetrating her ass brought a squeal from her lips followed by moaning commands, "fuck my asshole, fuck my pussy, two cocks, fuck me, fuck me." I felt his cock going deeper into her ass putting pressure against my cock filling her pussy. He was soon laying on top of her whispering in her ear. I caught bits and pieces "relax your fat ass, ... big cock filling your cunt, ... I am going to fuck your sexy female ass." Soon we were sliding our cocks in and out alternating his stroke with mine. He echoed my thoughts of his cock feeling good rubbing against mine telling Carla how good my big cock felt in her cunt. We were soon fucking Carla in unison, her moans approaching screams. His moans were soon accompanying hers as they came together. I pushed both of their collapsed bodies off of me, needing to find release myself. I mounted Carla and began fucking her harder and faster than we had ever fucked before. A finger penetrating my ass launched me into orgasm. We slept. I awoke to my cock and balls being sucked. Carla was looking down at my face smiling, leaving it slowly to dawn on me that it was not her bringing pleasure to my cock. While she kissed me, whispering in my ears, "relax, " John worked my cock, balls and inserted a finger into my ass. I felt the finger rubbing lubricant into my ass which soon tingled with a sense of numbing. I could barely discern the difference in pressure as one finger became two exercising my ass. The two of them rolled me on my stomach, something Carla has done more than once in the morning, waking me with a back message. This did not happen as Carla laid beside me, telling me "relax, you are so fucking sex" as John's cock rubbed against my ass in slow calming strokes. His cock head penetrating my ass surprised me. I jerked, which only resulted in half his cock being buried in my ass. While Carla kissed my neck, ears, and lips, whispering terms of endearment and encouragement, John's cock pressed deeper into my ass. My cock lay under me, hard and needing pussy. Coming fully awake, I asked John to climb off. He complied with disappointment. I pulled Carla down and underneath me. Her pussy was very wet, but also very swollen from the hard double fucking she had received. She squirmed as I held her down pressing my cock in to the hilt with no foreplay. I looked over my shoulder making eye contact with John who realized that my ass was available after all. Once again I felt the head of his cock entering my ass. We once again found a matching rhythm as I took half strokes fucking Carla's sweet tight pussy in time with John's extreme lustful fucking of my ass. Nearing orgasm, John proclaimed the fulfillment of his desire, my virgin ass. I have to admit, it felt wonderful, but I found no disappointment as he came in my ass. Pulling out, the discomfort left my ass, leaving me free to continue fucking Carla, filling her pussy with another load of cum. I again dosed off only vaguely conscious of John licking my cum from Carla's pussy. New Experience Ch. 02 Hi, my name is Tim and you have probably read what my wife wrote about our Las Vegas trip last September. She asked me to write my side of what happened. Some of the details I am going to give are firsts for her, so here goes: My wife Julie and I have been married 14 years now. We got married right out of college and have two kids. Julie is a beautiful woman and I am lucky to have her. She is 5'4" tall, now weighs about 120 and has a slim figure I love, not to mention gorgeous legs. Julie was a virgin until we got engaged and my experience was pretty limited, being just a few times with a girl where I lived the summer before I met her. Like many men, I have often fantasized about my wife with another man. Finally this year I decided to see what I could do to make it happen. Figuring Las Vegas might be the best bet, I proposed to Julie a vacation for just the two of us. Her parents were thrilled to take care of the kids in order for their daughter to get away, so when I proposed the get away to Julie she agreed right off. I then set off to see what I could do to get her ready. I joked about the "What happens in Las Vegas, stays in Las Vegas." slogan and told her she could do anything she wants there. I then proposed the flirting in the bar idea to her. Her first reaction was flat out rejection and some anger. Still, I kept at it, being careful not to push too hard. I knew from parties we had been to she enjoyed the attention of other men and was not beyond a little flirting. Finally I got her to agree to the idea of going into the bar dressed to flirt and see what would happen. She was adamant it would not go very far. So we packed our bags, dropped off the kids and flew down to Las Vegas. It had changed a lot since we had been there last and no amount of web searching or television really prepares you for how different it was. Just thinking about what might happen had me pretty excited and when I saw my wife naked after swimming I knew dinner could wait. I think that reassurance of my love helped make the rest happen. As she said, we discussed the idea during dinner. She had brought two possible dresses along and wanted to know which I though was better. I chose the one that showed the most. She argued, but then agreed. She then asked how far I wanted it to go. I knew pushing her would not work, so I told her it would be entirely up to her. She had some questions about this, but I just told her she was in control of what both of us did. Julie looked truly seductive in her short, silky, sleeveless, red dress. I told her to go braless but she insisted on a bra. The set she chose changed my mind anyway. I can't decide if she looked better standing there in her pink panties and bra or fully dressed in heels and all. One thing I was sure of, she was going to get attention. I kissed her goodbye and told her I would see her in the bar we had chosen in a little while. We had agreed our story was we were newly separated and in Las Vegas with friends who decided to do other things that night. I gave Julie about a 10 minute lead and then headed down. Julie was sitting at a little table with a glass of wine and a man was sitting with her talking to her across the table. I chose a place at the bar with a good view of Julie and also close to a young lady who looked worth getting acquainted with. I smiled at Julie and saw her smile in return. She went back to talking to the man and I turned my attention to the young woman on my left. As I chatted with my new acquaintance, Julie was obviously enjoying being with Steve, as I learned his name was. She laughed, talked, put her hand on his arm and even leaned into him. I was also pretty certain from her body language that he hand his hand somewhere on her leg. Then they got up and left the casino hand in hand. I turned my full attention to the young lady and thought I was doing well when she said she needed to go and left. I decided I might as well do something so I wandered over to a craps table. I settled in next to a young lady who was there with another girl. She was asking a lot of questions about craps so I joined in explaining the game to her. This went well as she was winning a small amount and declared me to be her good luck charm. As she leaned into me I became more bold and had my arm around her and had even kissed her a couple of times after one or both of us won. I also wondered what had happened to Julie and was a little worried about whether or not she was okay. I finally saw Julie return to the bar with Steve arm in arm. I could see her looking around for a while before she finally spotted me. I saw a flicker of a frown and she realized I had my arm around another woman. In a little while Julie got up and came my way. I thought she was going to talk to me, but she went on past toward the restrooms. I excused myself and followed her. She immediately said something about my getting lots of attention so I told her she seemed to be doing fine too. I asked where she had gone off to and she told me they had gone to see the volcano at the Mirage. I could see they had done more than just watch the volcano but decided not to say anything. She looked at me nervously and asked if everything was okay. I was getting pretty turned on by the way things were going and told her everything was fine. When she asked me how far I really wanted her to go with Steve I assured her I loved her and trusted her and she was free to do as much or as little as she wanted. I then asked her if she wanted to have sex with her new friend. First she said no, then she asked what if she did go to bed with him. I told her it was her decision. She responded with, "See you in the morning." kissed me and headed into the ladies room. I used the men's room and headed back to the craps table and my new friend. When Julie got back to the bar Steve welcomed her with a kiss. I could see what was going on a little better and saw as Steve put his hand on her leg and even moved it up under her dress a little as they talked. Then they got up and headed outside again. I suggested to the girl I was with that we go outside for some fresh air and she agreed. The night was warmer than I expected, but really nice. As I walked with my friend I looked about for Julie and her friend. I finally spotted them in a somewhat secluded area. They were kissing and I could tell she was rubbing against him. I could also see that he had her dress up and was rubbing her butt. My date said, "Some people should get a room." I knew Julie could not get up to the rooms without me seeing her, so I suggested we go back inside and have a drink at the bar. I watched Steve lead Julie to the elevator and told my date it looked like they took her suggestion. She laughed and asked me to walk her up to her room. We took the elevator up, but when we got there her friend was asleep so I suggested we go to my room. I was glad Julie and I had put all of our things out of sight so it wouldn't appear I was sharing the room with anyone. When we got to my room it didn't take us long to get completely naked and start fucking. I didn't want to wear a condom, but didn't want to take any chances with this girl, either for STDs or pregnancy, so I wore one. I had hoped she would stay the night, but when we were done, she got up, got dressed, thanked me for a nice evening and walked out of my life. I fell asleep shortly afterwards. I woke up a couple of times during the night and noticed Julie had not returned. I wondered what she was doing and started imagining what it must look like for Steve to fuck my wife. Julie finally showed up just after 10 the next morning. I was drinking coffee and watching tv when I heard her key undo the lock. I quickly grabbed the newspaper and sat on the couch as if I had been reading it. Julie had a guilty look on her face as she came into the room. I asked her if she had a good time and she relaxed a little and said yes. I smile at her and she asked me if I had a good time. I assured her I had and asked if she was going to tell me what happened. She said she would if I wanted her to. I hugged and kissed her and asked if Steve fucked her. She hesitated a little and said yes. I asked if he came in her. She said yes a little more boldly. I was rubbing her through her panties and I could feel the wetness in them so I asked if Steve wore a condom. She didn't answer and I could feel her trembling in my arms. I knew she wasn't in danger of getting pregnant because we had planned the trip to be during a time when she was not fertile. She still didn't answer so I finally said, "He didn't wear a condom, did he?" Julie admitted he did not. I asked her how many times and she said three. Then I asked, "Including right before you came back?" She said yes. My erection was killing me now and I took off my pants and underwear and pushed her back on the bed. I got between her legs and began to pull her panties off. She resisted at first and then let me take them off. I looked at the crotch and could see the semen that had pooled there. I looked at her crotch and could see the wetness between her labia and dried semen on her pubic hair. I just drove my prick into her. She immediately responded and I was surprised at how quickly she had an orgasm. A few minutes after I came, she asked if she could take a shower and got up. She took off her sandals, dress and bra and headed into the bathroom. I sat thinking as Julie showered and wondered what was next. I had enjoyed myself the night before and was thinking a night completely on my own might be fun. Julie came out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her and I asked her what she wanted to do next. Instead of answering that she asked if I had sex with the girl she saw me with. I told her yes, but she had left right after and I doubted I would see her again. Then Julie told me Steve had asked her to join him for the day. I asked her if she wanted to see him again. She told me she did, but only if I said okay. I told her again, ""What happens in Las Vegas, stays in Las Vegas." I then told her whatever she wanted to do on this trip was okay with me. Julie called Steve from her cell phone and told him her friends were mad at her for running off on her own and staying out all night. I heard her say, "Let me think about that and call you right back." Then closed her phone and told me Steve was suggesting she spend the rest of her trip with him in his room. I asked, "Would you like to?" to which she said yes. I told her to enjoy herself but remember that our plane leaves at 2:00 in two days. She thanked me with a kiss. I watched her get dressed. She put on a knee length sun dress, with a pair of her best panties and no bra. When she had on the sandals she chose for the day she asked how she looked. I told her good enough to fuck and told her good luck. After she left, I got dressed again and headed out to see what fun things I could find. It isn't often a man gets a chance to really get out with his wife's permission, so I made the most of it. I admit, I didn't get any that night, but I made up for it the next night with a pretty young girl who spent the night with me. I saw Julie and Steve off and on over the next two days. Once I came out to the pool and found them there. Steve was kissing Julie in the pool as I came through the gate. Shortly after that she got out of the pool and when saw me and I could see her stiffen a little before she smiled. They left the pool area hand in hand a short while later. I saw her at the bar again that same evening. This time she was wearing her other flirtation dress, the black one. I managed to talk to her outside the ladies room again. She asked if I was still okay. I assured her things were fine. She told me they were going down to Hoover Dam the next day. I was a little bit jealous at that one, but only because it was on my list of things to see. I saw her leaving the casino with Steve the next morning and she looked real hot in a short denim skirt and white top. That night I was having dinner with the girl I had met that day when Julie and Steve came in. She was wearing a knee length dress I had never seen before along with a necklace that looked new. I wondered if what she was wearing underneath was new too. I figured it was also new (it was) but was pretty sure her white sandals were not. I think I shocked Julie a little the last morning when she and Steve came into the same restaurant. My girl friend and I were having breakfast and saw us together. I was glad she knew I had spent the night with this girl. We met at the airport, past the security area, and flew on home. We were both glad to see the kids again and I was more relieved than I thought I would be to have my wife back in my arms. In the two months since that trip we have discussed it several times. I get incredibly turned on thinking about it. I just found out today, from reading Julie's story that Steve has called her and wants to meet again some time. She told me she won't, but I can tell she wants to. I don't know how or when, but I suspect she will see him again. Julie does travel some for her job. What she won't know until she reads this is that the girl I spent that last night with has been emailing me. So we have to see what might be next. New Experience Ch. 1 Sure, I've heard all the stories guys tell about meeting a sexy woman and hopping into bed with her in the first three hours. It's just empty talk, locker room stories or barroom bragging, trying to impress each other with their male prowess. It never actually happens. Until last Friday. I had stopped at the local supermarket on my way home from work. I've found that if I get there during late afternoon I miss a lot of the crowd, an overload of people stocking up on groceries for the weekend and dragging three or four whining ill-behaved kids around. When you enter the main door the carts are lined up for easy grabbing. The first area is fruit and vegetables. I got a few potatoes and some oranges, then rolled around the separating wall to the bakery department. Just as I rounded the end of the wall I plowed slam into another cart somebody had parked right in the traffic lane, almost tipping it over. At the noise a blonde woman spun around, eyes wide. I was very embarrassed and apologized immediately. She smiled and told me not to worry, it was at least partially her fault for leaving it there. "At least the insurance people don't have to be informed," she said brightly. I thanked her for being understanding and went on my way. The way the store is laid out you pretty much follow a pattern in the aisles from one area to another. Because we had started at about the same time we more or less paralleled each other through the place. I enjoyed part of the time admiring the blonde I had almost run down. I guessed her at about 35, pretty young for me (I'm 55), but there's never been any law against admiring nice scenery. She was maybe 5-5, and I estimated perhaps 120 nicely-distributed pounds. She was wearing extremely snug denim short-shorts that displayed superb legs, as the old saying goes, all the way to her ass, beautifully shaped, silky smooth and flawless. The taut round bottom was certainly worth inspecting as well, filling the snug shorts in a very pleasant manner indeed. She also wore a loose denim shirt, unbuttoned, with a white cotton pullover under it. From the way the outer shirt swung, it was hard to tell what her breasts might look like, but she had good shoulders and a tidy way of moving that I found very pleasant. As we moved through the store I kept stealing glances when I could. Fairly short hair, just touching her collar, swung slightly across her cheek when she bent to look at something. When I got a chance I peeked at the front of the shorts. There was a prominent bulge in the blue fabric, a full mound that puffed out exquisitely between the velvety thighs. As we kept meeting we exchanged short comments on prices and brands, and sometimes even conferred on the best bargains. In addition to the other attributes she had a lovely smile and vivid dark blue eyes. When I had the things I wanted I picked a checkout and moved my cart into the lane. I prefer to stand at the bottom of the cart and take the things out. I'm not really all that tall so it's difficult to reach over the handle end for the things that are in the deepest part. I was taking things out and putting them on the conveyer when something slammed into my cart, knocking me backward a bit. I glanced up and there was my blonde, looking extremely flustered. "Paybacks?" I grinned. "No, my fault," she said, flushing. She gestured at the magazine rack. "Looking at the scandal sheets and not paying attention. I'm really sorry." "That's okay. I promise not to cite you for hit and run. Anyway, you can't run very far with me in the way." "That's true," she agreed cheerfully. Each checkout at the store has a sort of double conveyor. When one person's groceries have been rung up, the clerk can swing a sort of gate thing across and run another customer's things down the opposite side of a little divider. Empty bags are kept at the bottom end where you can pack your things in bags and put them back in the cart. Thus it turned out that the blonde lady and I were putting our things in sacks, facing each other across the conveyor just a couple of feet apart. "Used to be they had high school guys doing this," she commented. "Not any more," I said. "They have to pay them too much so we get to do it ourselves. But a long time ago I used to make a reasonable amount of money after school and on weekends." "Enough to take your girl out anyway?" she grinned teasingly. "That, and enough to keep an old clunker of a car running so I could do it," I agreed. "I haunted a lot of wrecking yards in my day, trying to get used parts as cheaply as I could." "My son is in the same kind of situation," she commented. "He's always looking for ways to make money to pour into a car that should have been scrapped long ago." I was a bit surprised. I had noted the large diamond on her left hand, but really didn't figure her to be old enough to have a son who could buy his own car. Without thinking, I said so. "Flatterer," she smiled brightly. "My son is 20, my daughter is married, and I'm a grandma for the third time four months ago." "I'm impressed," I told her. "You must have gotten married when you were, what? Twelve?" "You really are a dangerously sweet talker," she grinned. "I bet you still have plenty of ladies to take around in your car." I figured she had scoped me out and spotted the military ring I wear where most men have a wedding band and deduced I was not married. I had been once, but that was quite a while ago. I ducked my head and put some more things in a sack. "Not really. I'm willing, just can't find any women who are. Guess I'm just past that stage." She paused, a can of soup in her hand. "Now shame on you!" she admonished. "A courteous, unattached nice fellow is fair game for more women than you might realize." "You're right, I don't realize," I said with real regret. "Although I admit I don't look very hard. As the old saying goes, been there done that. I don't make much effort any more." "Well, you should." She still hadn't moved. "Do you have anything that has to be kept cold?" The abrupt change confused me for a moment. I looked at my purchases. Dry goods, canned things. "No, I guess I don't. Why?" "Ernie's is just up the street," she said, mentioning a local pub that also has good food. "Would you like to stop for a drink and maybe something to eat that you don't have to cook yourself?" I stared at her in astonishment. Lovely blondes simply do not hit on me, in supermarkets or anyplace else. My surprise must have been evident, and she looked a bit surprised herself. Obviously she didn't normally go around asking total strangers if they wanted to have an evening date. Nonetheless she nodded. "Yes, I'm serious." Okay, some days I'm a bit slow on the uptake but this was an opportunity even I can recognize as a good thing. "Sure. Fifteen minutes?" I trundled my cart out and threw my groceries behind the seat of the truck. I considered the possibility of rushing home for a quick shower, or at least putting on a clean shirt. Second thoughts made me decide that this was a chance I did not want to miss, however ephemeral it might be. I still had some reservations about whether she would really show up. Finally I shrugged and drove up the street to Ernie's. The parking area wasn't too full yet. Usually the after work crowd fills the place up pretty quickly, especially on a Friday. It's mostly yuppie types, playing the he-she games to see what might develop. Fortunately it was still early enough that the place wasn't too crowded. I asked the receptionist for a table for two, specifying that I'd like it as private as possible, which in that place really isn't very secluded at all. I explained I was waiting for a lady who should be there shortly. She did have a small booth available in a back corner and put a Reserved sign on it for me. My blonde evidently was eager too because I only had to wait three or four minutes. I was right by the door when she came in and escorted her to our table. We ordered some drinks and perused the menu, exchanging ideas on what to order. Conversation was fairly safe and neutral, mostly local politics and school issues, shopping and the foods we liked at other restaurants. Eventually we got into an exercise I truly enjoy, typecasting the others in the place. She was really good at it, too. She instantly nailed the loud, overly-vivacious ex-cheerleader type who insists on being the center of attention and is utterly loathed by every other woman in the place; the boisterous fat-ridden insurance salesman who likes to think he knows everything there is to know about sports; and several others. As we ate and had several more drinks she got increasingly bawdy in her evaluations of the other people in the place. She speculated about an implant-laden redhead springing a leak if she rubbed her fake chest any harder against a fellow who looked rather alarmed at her extremely close proximity. The mental image cracked me up, imagining one boob suddenly deflating like a punctured dirigible. We did talk about some more personal things as time progressed. Among other tidbits she revealed was that she was married, but rather unhappily. She lived with her husband for convenience, but any real marriage was effectively dead. That gave me a bit of encouragement. I'm a healthy male and was wondering about my chances of getting her out of there and someplace more private. Quite truthfully I figured she would eventually look at her watch, exclaim about the late hour, and make her escape, mumbling platitudes about "Maybe we'll see each other again." I've found to my sorrow that the more mature members of the tender gender can be every bit as much the tease as their younger sisters. It's damned frustrating for men. When she excused herself to go to the rest room, carrying her purse, I figured that was about the end of it. She'd come back and thank me for a pleasant evening and bolt out the door. To my surprise, instead of leaving, or taking the seat across the table where she had been, she slid in alongside me. "Easier to talk privately this way," she explained. The waitress came by and my blonde ordered another bottle of wine. "I'm having too much fun to go home yet, and there's no special reason to rush there anyway," she explained. "Besides, this is the first time I've had nerve enough to find myself a blind date on my own. I think I should take advantage of it, don't you?" Certainly I was not going to disagree. I declined to drink much of the wine, although she wasn't bashful about pouring her own glass full. I'm not much for wine in any case, and besides I didn't want to get too smashed. As we talked I realized she had buttoned her denim shirt partway up the front, leaving a delightful view of her cleavage. With even more interest I noticed that she had removed the white cotton pullover she had worn before. If she had been wearing a bra she had apparently gotten rid of that as well. Her breasts weren't massive, but were smooth and firm, what I judged to be just about a nice handful for me, or mouthful if I got stupendously lucky. That's fine with me, I'm not that big a fan of monstrous tits in any case. I figure whatever I can't cup in my hand is a waste anyway. When she moved around or leaned toward me to make one of her increasingly lewd remarks about the other people in the restaurant I got a dazzling view of her creamy chest equipment, all the way to the pink circles around her nipples. As we talked, she got increasingly frank about her home life. She clearly carried a lot of resentment toward her husband. "Oh sure, he makes lots of money, and I don't have to worry about the things I want, at least as far as cost is concerned," she told me. "But I am really getting tired of being the dutiful little company wife, keeping a perfect house and smiling blankly at all the dull business associates he drags home. And I am really fed up with being left alone at night while he's out at the country club trying to impress his buddies and chasing cheap little waitresses half his age," she added bitterly. "Makes him feel like a man to poke it into some dim slut with an IQ that's about two numbers above her age. Do you know we don't even sleep in the same bed? He hasn't touched me in three years. Not that I give a shit. I'd probably end up with some disease he picked up from one of his bimbos anyway." I realized she was getting a bit drunk but from my viewpoint that couldn't be altogether bad. I'm as lecherous as the next guy. If she wanted to get a tad swozzled and was feeling dangerously enough resentful of her husband to pick up a guy at a grocery store, maybe I could get her someplace I could get a lot better view of her chest than a few quick glimpses. Angry ladies can do some unexpected things when they start to vent their ire toward a philandering husband. "Then it's his loss," I said. "You're a very sexy woman, you have a great personality, and you're intelligent and bright. If he can't appreciate it he has a very real problem." She looked down at the table, picking at the edge of her glass with a thumbnail. "Do you mean that?" "Of course I do," I assured her. "He needs his thinking adjusted. I really enjoy being with you. You're a nice person." By this time I was feeling the drinks a bit myself. Her voice was soft. "That isn't exactly what I meant. Do you really think I'm sexy?" "Damn straight. And if he can't see it he's an idiot." She seemed to make up her mind about something, then astonished me by grabbing my hand and yanking it under the table. Shifting forward, she spread her legs and shoved my hand down into her crotch. The heat from the softly padded bulge of her vulva seemed to burn my palm. Silky thighs clamped down on my trapped fingers. Her breath tickled my ear. "Get me out of this place and into a bed before I rape you right here on this table," she demanded. Now, ordinarily I would be extremely hesitant about suggesting anything a lady might find offensive, but even I can understand a statement that clear. I hastily tossed a couple of twenties on top of the check and hustled her out of there before she had a chance to change her mind. Her car was parked only a couple of spaces up from mine. I asked if she wanted to ride with me or follow me home. She opted to drive her own car. Since I live only about three blocks from the restaurant it didn't take long to get to my house. I hit the button to open the garage door as I swung into the driveway. She pulled in alongside and we both piled out of our cars. Even as the door was going back down she lunged and locked warm soft lips on mine, slender arms latching around my neck as she ground her loins against me. I slid my hands down to cup the ripe round ass so firmly packed in the tight denim. She moaned into my mouth and drove her crotch against me. Her lips pulled away only long enough to mutter, "I am so goddam horny I can't believe it. I want you inside me right now." I pushed the door into the house open. As she ascended the steps in front of me my eyes were dazzled by the firm round ass cheeks superbly displayed in the skin-tight blue fabric. Trim solid hips swayed gently in front of my face, a focal point that led me onward like a leash around my neck. I could hardly believe she was really serious but my swiftly growing pecker told me to follow. She easily found my bedroom and spun in front of me. Looking straight into my eyes she grasped the front of her shirt with both hands and yanked savagely. Buttons popped and flew, bouncing and clattering off the walls. She dropped it to the floor. Solid breasts quivered a moment and settled, the dark pink centers pointing toward me like twin arrows of lust. The firm round cones supported nipples that extended proudly from circles of crimson that puffed out slightly from the bulk of her tits. The rubbery stubs were so fiercely erect the skin around them looked shiny. "Do the rest?" Her voice was a soft plea. I unsnapped her shorts and slid the zipper down. She wiggled her hips to let the garment glide down her legs and kicked them aside.The peach-colored panties had tiny bows on the sides, tied against the lush curves of her hips. I tugged at the laces. She parted her legs slightly and let the scrap of cloth fall to her feet. Her fleecy triangle nested between the succulent roundness of velvety thighs. The soft curls highlighted rather than hid the bulging vulva and the shadowy slot between. A heady odor of stimulated pussy assailed my nostrils. I inhaled deeply, savoring the knowledge that it was caused by her eagerness to take me inside her body. "You are so beautiful," I breathed. I sank to my knees, her furry delta only inches from my face. Thick golden curls sprung out in front of my nose. The lady was seriously hairy, far more than any other blonde I've ever seen. That's okay with me - I like pussy fur. "Oh shit, I kinda forgot," she said. "I never trim any more. I figure who's going to see? I hope you don't mind too much." In answer I leaned forward and pressed my mouth against the soft thatch, feeling her meaty pubic mound against my lips. My tongue slipped between the swollen labia, tasting the tang of her juices. I lapped at her gash, nearly going mad from the spicy taste and odor of her secretions. She seized my head and drove it into her loins. Her belly rippled in response to my attentions. I reached between her legs and let a finger glide upward into her seething pecker pocket. While I drank her juices I caressed the slippery, silky depths, reveling in the feel of her internal tissues grasping and clutching at my welcome probe. When my tongue wandered over the protruding bump of her clit she hissed and drove her hips forward, letting me feast on her delectable treasures until her knees began to tremble. After a few moments she gripped my shoulders and pulled upward. "Too much! Come up here," she gasped. I watched as her slender fingers undid the buttons of my shirt. When it was open she stepped closer, peeling it back off my shoulders and at the same time pressing her rubbery tits with their rigid nipples against my chest. I put my arms around her, pulling her closely against me. Our lips met in a fevered kiss, tongues dueling and thrusting. Her nude pelvis rotated against my hips, urging my prick to an even greater degree of hardness. She fumbled with the snap and zipper of my trousers until they opened, then pushed them down over my hips. My incredibly hard tool sprang outward and nudged the fur at the base of her belly. She ground her loins against it, rejoicing in the feel of a stiff dick pressed against her. Her lust seemed to build swiftly, knowing that in just a very short time that hard shaft would be buried in the welcoming burrow of her sex. Without breaking her mouth free, she backed slowly toward the wide plain of the bed. When her legs touched it she eased backward, pulling me down with her. As we reclined she squirmed around and adjusted her body so I came to rest between her legs. Her thighs parted, hips jamming solidly against me, pulling me against the superb pillows of her tits. "You are so lovely," I whispered. I slid a finger into the boiling tube of her sex. She whined and thrust her loins upward to the probing. I added a second finger, gathering a liberal amount of her honey. She groaned in frustration when I pulled them out. I licked her taste from my fingers. Delicious, too." I looked down into the vivid blue eyes pleading with me to give her relief. A last shred of conscience drove through me. This woman was a total stranger, and married as well. I feared that she might be taking me to bed only out of an alcoholic impulse, fueled by desire for vengeance against her roving husband. "Listen, are you sure about this?" New Experience Ch. 2 If you read the first episode of this little saga, you know that I had a very unexpected and extremely pleasurable interlude with a delicious blonde. She wrecked all my past typecasting of women by picking me up in a supermarket and fucking my brains out before the night was over. That kind of thing had never happened to me before. Just shows that the ladies are endlessly capable of surprising us men. Only after she was gone from my house did I realize that I was so pussy-paralyzed I hadn't even asked her name! (Yes, she was one incredible hellcat in bed.) But I figured she knew where I lived so if she should get the urge she'd know where to find me. Occasionally I stopped in at Ernie's, a local pub where we had spent some of our first meeting, hoping she might be around. No luck. After more than a month I just chalked the whole thing up to a memorable but isolated experience and figured I'd never see her again. One Friday evening I was prowling around the internet and wondering if I should make one more try at Ernie's when the doorbell rang. My, oh, my! Gorgeous blonde, all tricked up in a knockout skin-fitting black knit dress, Grand Canyon cleavage, hemline barely below fur city. It was accented by spike heels, black nylons, the whole formal rig. It was the kind of class presentation that makes even the most insolent maitre d' trample hapless waiters to provide personal attention. When I was done swallowing my tongue I managed to ask her in. "You'd better let me put the car in," she said. That was good news. It meant she intended to stay for a while. Besides, a strange car in my driveway would be a sure magnet for my neighbor's interest. Mrs. Harris, who lives next door, is about 112, and monitors the neighborhood constantly. People can't do anything outside without feeling her eyes tracking every move. I've actually seen her scanning the street with a pair of those little opera glasses. When my blonde came into the house I simply had to let her go up the stairs to the living room ahead of me. I wanted to survey the rear view of that black dress and the dazzling legs that extended down from it. I remember an old movie where some guy was watching Marilyn Monroe going upstairs so intently his eyeglasses shattered. That's the way I felt with her delicious butt right in front of my nose. "You look prepared to be doing something a lot more interesting than visiting me," I opened when we were settled on the couch. "I'm at a friend's daughter's bridal shower," she informed me. "Of course she doesn't know that, considering it was already held last weekend. But Shit for Brains doesn't keep track of those things." SFB, I presumed, was her husband. "That's nice," I agreed. "So you needed some free time and decided to run a little ruse. You look totally stunning, by the way." "Something like that, and thank you. I needed a morale boost. Besides, I wanted to entice you." "It's working," I promised. "I hope that knit stretches because in about two more minutes it's liable to be up around your waist." "It sure does. Wanna see?" She kicked her shoes off and put her feet on the edge of my coffee table, knees bent, and spread her luscious pins slowly and widely. I mean like, WIDE. The hem of the dress stretched, then slid smoothly up her nyloned thighs. Interesting. What I had assumed were pantyhose weren't. They were black stockings, and they ended near the tops of those delectable thighs, high enough so the figured elastic tops were just barely covered by the skirt when she was standing. Above that was creamy skin, smooth and silky, and then the abundant thicket of soft golden curls I savored from our previous tryst. No panties. At least there was no confusion about whether she was in the proper mood. She definitely was. The warm slot of her vulva spread slightly, showing moist pink tissue glimmering through the platinum pelt. Her female perfume immediately swam up my nostrils, heady and warm, erotically spicy. "Do I take that as an invitation?" I grinned. "You'd better," she said solemnly. "I felt a bit chilled coming over here. I didn't realize how much this thing was going to ride up until I was in the car. I'm not accustomed to riding around with my crotch open to the breeze." "I'd better warm things up then." I moved over and settled between her legs. The shiny delta of soft fur beckoned my tongue. I slid my hands up the nylon-clad thighs and cupped her beautiful ass in my palms. Lifting her slightly, I buried my face in her snatch, lapping up the juices that were oozing from her inner glands. Her back arched sharply and she hissed in ecstatic response. "Oh sugar, you don't know how much I need that, " she moaned. She shifted her hips forward to provide better access for my tongue. Licking up the shiny channel I found the nub of her clit and tickled it, then eased my lips closed around it and sucked lightly. Her sweet ass bounced in my hands as she started pumping violently against my face. "Suck it," she almost screamed. "Oh, that's so good!" I kept working at her vulva, exchanging nibbles at her clit with sucking up the honey flowing from her aroused fuck tunnel. She grabbed my head and slammed her cunt against my face savagely. "So soon," she gasped. "Damn, you get me there so fast." Her tummy was pulsing in rhythm with my tongue and her pumping hips. Clearly her climax was only seconds away. I sucked even more voraciously at the pleasure pit under my tongue. Her legs spread widely, knees lifting as she strained to present her sensation center to my attentions. Suddenly her heels jammed into my back and her thighs clapped against my ears and locked my head in place as she went over the edge. With a sort of keening, moaning "Uh, uh, aaahhhhhh!!!!!...." she rolled into a massive orgasm, hips lurching violently. Eventually her lissome thighs relaxed and allowed me to breathe freely again. I pulled my face out of her cock burrow and grinned up at her heaving chest and flushed face. "Feeling better?" "Oh damn, yes, for a little while anyway. Come up here," she urged. I complied. She locked her mouth on mine, sucking in the dregs of her own sex sauce at the same time her tongue seemed determined to explore my liver. I tasted strawberry lipstick mixed with the exotic flavor of her pussy juice. The position put my groin directly against her pubic bulge. My pecker was so swollen it hurt. She felt it and lifted her hips against me. "Oooo, yum, I want that inside me," she whispered into my mouth. I slid my hands under her firm round buttocks. Her arms and legs locked around me as I stood up. I pivoted and carried her into my bedroom, bending to deposit her on the bed. She clung and pulled me down with her, rubbing her crotch against my boner as we settled. "Horny are we?" she teased. "I hope that big stick has plans for the very near future. I've been stumbling around feeling empty as a dry oil well for over a month." She giggled and added, "Well, maybe not dry, exactly. Actually I've been producing lubricant like you wouldn't believe every time I think about you but nothing to use it on. I hope you have something to fix that." "Mmm, with the kind of encouragement you provide, I expect we can make good use of that luscious lube," I agreed. She let me lift away from her and watched as I hastily undressed. My prong jutted out like the bowsprit of a ship, rigid and ready. When I knelt between her legs her fur tickled the tip of my pecker deliciously. She reached down and grasped me. "Oh yes, you are eager," she said enthusiastically. While she stroked my length I reached behind her and ran the zipper of her dress down its short track. She lifted her arms long enough for me to pull it over her head. All she wore now were the stockings and a sheer black half-cup bra, her nifty orbs bulging the fragile fabric. Rigid nipples stabbed against the flimsy lace. I rubbed my palms over them, enjoying the sensation. When she moaned approval I unclipped the tiny hook between the cups and let her tits surge freely into my hands. I don't care what anybody says, nothing can possibly compare with the soft-firm texture of a well-developed female mammary, a silky smoothness unmatched by anything else in the world. I caressed them, running my thumbs around the stiff cherries of her nipples, while she rested back on her elbows and purred. I was about to bend and take one in my mouth when I suddenly thought of something and stopped. Her eyes opened slowly, hazy and unfocused. "What's the matter?" "Can I ask you something personal? I mean really private?" "After the things we've done I can't imagine there's much mystery left. But go ahead." "What's your name?" Abruptly her eyes focused and widened, and she exploded in hysterical laughter that I joined happily. I have to admit the situation was completely ludicrous. She flopped onto her stomach and buried her face in the pillow, pounding it with her fists. "This is insane," she sobbed, still racked by laughter. "I picked you up and screwed you blind, you just had your tongue halfway to my ovaries, and I don't even know your name!" I rested between her legs and rubbed my cheek against her beautiful ass. "It would be a bit awkward to explain, wouldn't it?" I agreed. She reached a hand around for me to grasp and tilted her head to focus a vivid blue eye on me. "Good evening, my name is Karen." She tried hard to make it sound formal but she choked on it, snickers fracturing her attempted sobriety. I took her hand. "Pleased to meet you, Karen. I'm Dave. Would you like to fuck?" That set her off again. Every time a spasm of laughter shook her body, the cute round buttocks bounced against my face. I took opportunity to pass my lips over the velvety domes, enjoying the luxury of finding humor in a very erotic situation. It was also tremendously arousing. I worked my way over the ripe fruit of her cheeks and up to the pit of her back, licking hither and yon, kissing the soft parts and easing upward slowly until I lay full length on her, my lips against her neck. The position delightfully put my hard cock right into the hot seam between her thighs. Her dense thatch tickled my prod when I pressed it against her snatch. She moaned into the pillow. "Oh, honey, if you're still waiting for an answer to your question, the answer is yes." She spread her legs and tilted her hips to provide access for my questing tool. The tip nudged between the swollen lips and sought refuge in her flowing pecker pocket. As I'd discovered before, she was extremely tight. I moved my hips in and out, sliding a bit more in each time until the whole length was buried in her. The heat inside her tube was incredible, as was the feeling of snugness clutching my entire shaft. Humming with pleasure, she flexed her lower muscles, tightening her ass cheeks and clamping down on my dick. "That's so good," she sighed. "I've been so horny." She wiggled around slightly, making sure I had total penetration into her damp heat. I responded by stroking slowly, going all the way in on each push. Her hips picked up the rhythm, then accelerated as she got more involved in the action. Her internal muscles began to clamp and release, the flexion clasping and sucking at my dick. I hoped she was building as quickly as I was because it didn't take long before I could feel the pressure in my nuts starting to clamor for release. In any event it was no problem. She started gasping and moaning, telling me to go harder and deeper. Her hips were almost bouncing me off her silky body. I braced on my elbows and slammed into her faster and faster. "I hope you're close, because I can't hold back," I gasped against her neck. "Any time, go ahead, I'll be with you," she huffed. I bashed against her quivering ass about three more times and unloaded, splashing her cunt tube with shot after shot of hot semen. She squealed and tightened her whole body, her silken walls milking at my prod, sucking and gulping, draining every drop of pecker juice I could provide. I collapsed on her back, the last dollop of cum oozing out of my dick into her pulsing channel. She filled her lungs and exhaled hugely. "My goodness, I like doing that. You suppose we could package it up, maybe put it in spray cans? Just think of the market. We'd be insanely rich in a month." "Best not. The country's whole economy would collapse. People would be so busy squirting orgasms all over themselves they wouldn't have time to do anything else." "Good point. We'd better just keep it between us." She squirmed around beneath me until we were facing each other. I was again pleased to note that even after two intense orgasms her nipples stayed rigid and swollen. I lowered myself enough to drag my chest back and forth across the rubbery points. "You're insatiable," she accused me. "And I love it. Means I can get a hot meat injection whenever I want it." "You're the insatiable one. You seem to think I walk around with a perpetual woodie. Do you have any idea how much energy it takes to satisfy your hot little sperm vacuum?" She kissed me quickly. "Aw, poor baby, I wear you all out? Good. You won't be prowling around looking to get some nookie from anybody else. After all, you might have to go to the supermarket someday. Who knows what kind of temptation might drift across your path?" She was heckling me a bit because of the way we had met the first time. "I know your type," she continued. "Just because a girl lets you poke it into her once, you think you can do it all the time. Of course in my case you're right." She rubbed her whiskery Venus mound against me and smiled brightly, faking a Filipino hooker accent. "You do again, Joe? Special price for sailor boy." I knew I shouldn't have told her I'd been in the Navy. Amazingly my uncontrollable rod was refilling and rising to the lure. The rounded knob prodded against the juicy slot between her legs. I pushed forward and it parted her swollen cunt lips, seeking entrance to the tunnel of eternal pleasure. A bit more pressure and I slid into her slippery cavity. She wrapped her arms around me and arched her body. "Damn, damn, damn," she moaned. "I feel like a total whore, but I have no control at all when that thing is anywhere near me. I just want to feel it filling me forever. Push hard, be all the way inside me." After that there was no more talk. We concentrated on the purely physical procedure of building to sexual detonation, fucking like it was the first time for a couple of teenagers. When we exploded this time there was no doubt we were well and truly finished for a while. My dick was actually getting sore from the grasp of her tight little fuck slot, and I expect her cum-sucker was ready for a rest as well. Time now for cuddling and soft talk, quick little kisses and tender stroking. It was quite late when her car drifted under the streetlights. When I was getting ready for bed I discovered the lacy black excuse for a brassiere I'd taken off her. 34C. Very nice. This keeps up, I mused, she'll have to go shopping for more underwear. I was acquiring quite a collection of her dainties. She'd left her panties last time. In return she had one of my shirts, which probably hadn't cost as much as the two diaphanous bits she had left at my house. I hand washed it and hung it over the towel rack, then stumbled toward my bed. I don't even remember turning the light off before sleep came to provide recuperation. I still didn't have her phone number and didn't know where she lived, but it made no difference. I knew I'd see her when the pressure of raw lechery again built up to overflow point. ************ Thus I was a bit surprised when I was mowing the lawn late on Sunday afternoon and a car that looked like hers pulled into my driveway. I hadn't expected to see her for a while. I walked toward the car and was surprised when a dark-haired young woman waved and got out. Okay, somebody had the wrong address, and white Saturns are popular. "Hi. Can I help you find somebody?" I asked as I approached her. "Are you Dave?" I was careful about answering. "Yes, but there are lots of Dave's around. Who were you looking for?" Her answer stunned me. "I'm Karen's daughter. You know, the blonde Karen who comes over here to get laid? I do have the right Dave, yes?" Her voice was slightly deep, but smooth and pleasant. There was little point in trying to dodge around it. My face certainly answered her question. I could feel the heat rushing to my cheeks. The idea of somebody probing into a private area of my life disturbed me. "That's kind of personal, don't you think?" "Did I say I was angry about it? I'm not. I just want to talk to you." I was hesitant, but I asked her in and we settled on the couch. I didn't make it easier by offering an opening, just waited for her to say her piece. "Mom came home about a month ago looking like the cat that swallowed the canary. It was pretty obvious she'd dumped a lot of tension. And she was glowing again yesterday. I haven't seen her that relaxed in years." I nodded. I still didn't understand why this young lady was here. Well, from my advanced years I would call her young. I guessed she was maybe in her mid twenties, rather pretty, with a hint of her mother around the mouth and chin. Other than that, she had her own features. Glossy dark auburn hair flowed halfway down her back, the kind of hair you can lift in your hand and actually feel the weight. Somewhat narrow shoulders and a tiny waist perhaps added an illusion of more bulk than her breasts really had, but even so they filled a sleeveless knit top to an alarming dimension. Her hips and thighs in a short khaki skirt were a tad heavier than I prefer, but seemed reasonably firm. All in all, an attractive woman even if not quite the stunner her mother is. She continued a bit awkwardly. "I can't tell you exactly why I'm here, really, except I think you are good for Mom. She and my dad hardly even speak to each other any more. She's been lonely and feeling wasted. But I have certainly noticed the recent change." She paused and grinned impishly at me, a very pleasant smile. "If I might be a little coarse, she looked, ah, how would you say it?...well shagged. I haven't seen her like that in a long, long time. I was curious who could do that for her. We talked, and she told me about you." I raised my eyebrows and she rushed on. "Well, not everything, I mean not every detail, but she admitted she had met someone she said was, to use her words, 'astoundingly deft' and she was clearly very happy about it." I was gratified by the praise, however indirect, but I truly did not understand why this woman was in my house. She seemed to sense that and continued. " This is pretty embarrassing, but I might as well admit that sometimes I wonder if my husband is lacking something or if it's my fault, or what. I just end up tired and frustrated. The last time we tried, two months ago, he...he said I was a frigid waste of pussy meat and went out to a bar." Her face showed despair and shame. I don't like to see anybody hurt, especially in what should be their greatest point of pride. Saying something that attacks a woman's sense of femininity is about like a woman telling a man he has a small dick. It hurts all the way to the core. "Look, I'm not a marriage counselor or sex therapist or whatever you need. It isn't a process you measure, like a recipe for baking a cake. I try to give her the things she likes and she does the same for me, and it works for both of us. Forgive me if I sound crude, but she's incredibly sensual. That helps a lot." She seemed to weigh this. She sighed and rocked her head around on her shoulders, trying to work tension out of her neck. Knowing from personal experience what stress can do, I could almost hear the crackling. "Forgive me for being a poor host. Would you like something to drink?" New Experience Ch. 3 Karen, the woman I preferred, was a great companion and fantastic in bed, and I didn't desire any more sexual pleasure than she provided. I was astonished when she sent her daughter around for some older-male advice and she ended up polishing my bone as well. After a couple of weeks I hadn't heard anything from either of them. In a way I was living what might be called a prostitute's life, just sitting around waiting for Karen to get an urge for sex. She showed up when she happened to feel like it and I wasn't consulted before she did. And while her daughter was a great screw, I really didn't want to see her any more. There were too many possible avenues of complication. Not that I mind the opportunity for sex, understand. I enjoy screwing as much as the next guy. However, unlike my younger years it is no longer the center of my life. If it happens that's very nice, but I don't spend every waking hour dreaming of opportunities to poke my dick into a crotch cavern. What we have is wild and exciting, and I'm satisfied. Maybe the infrequency makes it more enjoyable when it does happen. When I checked my mail a few days ago I found a plain white envelope with only my first name written on it. I thought perhaps it was a party invitation from one of my neighbors or something like that. We all do that sort of thing, to save postage. Wrong. It was a short, rather blunt note: "Fitness club parking lot, 7 PM Friday." No signature, no indication who it was from, not that it took a great deal of sleuthing. It had to be Karen or just possibly her rapacious daughter. It irritated me a bit and I was tempted to ignore it. If anybody wants to see me all they have to do is come to my door. Even so I'm as nosy as the next guy. I suppose women count on male curiosity when they do things like that. It works too, since I went. I parked out at the far edge of the lot about five minutes before the time specified and reviewed the local weekly newspaper. By 7:20 I was becoming a bit miffed. I was about to drive away when a monstrous Ford passenger van rolled in and beeped the horn. I hesitated. The van stopped with the driver's door on my side and the window went down. A slender woman with bright red hair and huge sunglasses looked across at me. "Are you Dave?" "Yes. Who are you?" If she wanted to play mystery woman I didn't feel like it. "Karen Larson told me to talk to you. She said you are the only man she knows who seems to have his head on straight. Can you give me some time?" Nuts. I have no desire to be any kind of counselor, emotional, marital, or any other variety. "This is pretty weird. If you could put a note in my mailbox why didn't you just walk up and ring the doorbell?" She looked blank. "Note? Oh, I thought she phoned you. No, she wouldn't tell me where you live. Anyway, can you leave your car here and ride with me? I'd like to be somewhere more private." I was very close to saying no, lady, I do not want to go anywhere with you and I do not want to hear your problems. But as I say, I'm a curious type. I locked the truck and walked around to the other side of her van. The instant I was in she had the thing in gear, rolling swiftly out of the parking lot. I studied my abductor. She looked quite tall. I guessed she had at least an inch or more on me. She was also extremely slender, with exceptionally lovely long legs nicely displayed by very snug and very brief white knit shorts. The rest of her was equally spare, with the exception of her chest. My gosh, those boobs stuck out a mile, made even more prominent by comparison to a tiny waist and trim hips. The blue halter displayed a mind-numbing expanse of freckled cleavage. She had to have extremely strong back muscles or she'd walk around arched over like Ichabod Crane. I don't even know what method of measurement is used for something of that volume. When she swung the steering wheel the inside of her arms rode up and over the mountains - she couldn't reach around them. I'm not normally intrigued by a huge rack. Tits are part of a woman, and I've always gone by the old standard that anything much more than a handful (or mouthful) is a waste. But these were so stunning I couldn't help staring. I was so bemused by her chest I didn't realize where she was driving until she pulled into a large park overlooking the river. She turned the engine off and tossed her sunglasses on the dashboard. When she turned to lean back against the door that awesome burden swung like a battleship gun turret until those things pointed straight at me. I had an incredible urge to back away to allow clearance. Her eyes are lovely emerald green, deep and clear. They help distract attention from the massive mammaries. "They're hereditary. All the women in my family have them. No, not the eyes. You want to know why Karen told me to talk to you." It was a statement. A group of statements, actually. I chose to respond to the last. There was no sane response to the first part. "Yes, of course. She didn't give me any explanation. I expected her to show up at the parking lot. So some enlightenment would be welcome." "Since I was fourteen years old men have been trying to figure out ways to get their hands on my tits. I've heard every story you can possibly imagine and a lot you can't. I finally married the one guy who didn't seem to care, who loved me for who I am, not for my structure. He died five years ago. The first couple of years I didn't care to keep company with any men at all. I was still in mourning, I suppose you could say." She looked absently out of the windshield and scratched a mosquito bite on a long thigh, then focused back at me. "After a while I discovered that even though I'm crowding fifty sooner than I like to think about, I had the same problem I had in high school. Too many men too eager to take me anywhere, buy me anything, with the frenzied hope that their final destination would be on top of me, bouncing up and down on these goddam things." She made a small gesture toward herself. "It hasn't been easy," she continued. "Okay, I like sex. I like it a lot when I know it is based on respect for who I am and not on pure physical lust. As you might guess, I haven't had much luck finding a man to meet that requirement." That seemed to require some response so I nodded. "Karen and I were talking. She told me about how you seem to have an instinct for making a woman feel like a total person instead of just a hole to shove your dick in. I wondered if she thought you might know somebody else with your kind of objectivity." Ah shit, she wanted me to fix her up with a date. Now I've heard everything. Even if I knew any single men of proper age, which I don't, I know damn well virtually any male in modern America would spend so much time plotting to get his hands on her flesh Everests all thought of her personal feelings would be shoved aside. "Look, uh...." "Jean." "Jean, I am not a matchmaker or procurer or whatever the proper term is. I really don't know anybody who would be suitable. All I can do is advise you to cover them up as much as you reasonably can and keep on searching. I'm surprised you haven't learned to deal with it over the years. In spite of being married I can guess that plenty of men have hit on you." She threw her hands up, which hoisted those things as well. When she dropped her arms they bounced once, solidly, and settled back into threatening to melt my eyeballs. "Oh, Christ, do they hit on me! I can hardly go to the store for eggs and I've got some clown trying to help me carry the damn carton and undressing me with his eyes at the same time. Yes, I get horny like any other human being. What I want is somebody who will like me just for me, even if the damn things fell off and I was flat as Olive Oyl. He'd still want to be with me anyway." "You seem like a nice person, Jean. But in all honesty any man is going to see your chest first. There's just no avoiding it. I'm sure you have many fine personal qualities. Initially though you could stop a regiment of Marines charging up an enemy hill." She had a nice laugh. "Now that's a new description. I've heard lots of people try to find a way to tell me how impressive they are, and that one is original." "It's also accurate. You have a stupefying chest, and it's always going to be an initial handicap. But yes, I am sure there is more to you than monstrous milk machines. And without hitting on you, I am totally starved. I know a place we can eat where you won't be stared at. Best hamburger you ever had in your life, and you can talk all you want. How about it?" She thought a few seconds and nodded. "Sounds good. I'm hungry too. As long as you don't make horrid puns about milk shakes when you order. If you do, I'm going to thump you." I laughed. "Promise." She was a good driver, smooth and attentive to what was going on around her. It didn't take long to get where I told her. "Now, you see that cruddy little drive-in place? Pull in by a speaker so we can order." She looked skeptical. "Trust me," I assured her. I asked for a burger and butterscotch malt. She settled for a basket and a large Coke. While we waited I explained. "At one time this was one of those American Graffiti places. The guy who runs it does things exactly the way they used to be thirty years ago. Best food in the whole city." She didn't appear very convinced even when the little gal on roller skates brought the tray out and hung it on the window. She bit into the hamburger cautiously. Her eyes closed and she moaned softly. Chewing greedily, she swallowed the first mouthful. "Oh gawd, I haven't had a hamburger like that since I was a little kid." She chomped off another huge chunk. Our food disappeared in short order. She sat back and belched heartily. "That's unreal. You bring me here, you can stare at my boobs all you want. Just keep feeding me those fine burgers." I laughed with her and dared a small joke. "Hot damn! For the price of a hamburger and fries I get the best part of the bargain for sure." She smiled. "Karen was right. You really are one hell of a nice guy." Impulsively she leaned over and pressed soft lips against my cheek. Even leaning sideways one of those huge boobs mashed against my arm, a solid, warm mass. She batted her eyelashes at me and tilted her chin coyly over her shoulder. "Want some more, big boy?" she teased. "Trade you a nipple shot for another one of those glorious hamburgers." "Deal," I agreed hastily. "In fact you don't even have to pay up. I could eat another one, too. Buzz the guy on the speaker thing and tell him we're still hungry." We ate some more, talked some more. It's hard to believe but I was in fact becoming less aware of her chest. "No kids?" I asked between chewing. "No. Something wrong with my equipment. I suppose that's one reason I feel lonely so much." By the time she buzzed for the girl to come and get the tray it was almost nightfall. "Jean, you're a nice person and I've enjoyed talking with you. I'm sorry I wasn't any help. Get moving around, join some adult evening classes or something and let nature solve the problem. It will happen." She considered what I said and released a large sigh. Hell, with those things any sigh would be large. "Maybe. We'll see." Suddenly she brightened. "I could go for a capper for that great food. I have some utterly vile brandy and plastic cups in the back of this malformed Greyhound. How about if we go back to that place on the river and talk some more?" I put my hand over my heart and feigned amazement. "You want to go to a secluded place with me and consume alcohol? My dear lady, what happened to that good common sense you were showing? I'm liable to lose all control and attack you." She giggled. "At least you've been gentleman enough to swallow your drool instead of letting it drip off your chin. I think I can take the chance." "In that case I will take a chance too. Why don't you come over to my house and we can be comfortable? Save your brandy for another time. I have things to drink if you want a tummy settler." The humor dropped off her face instantly. I hastily tried to repair my gaffe. "Ah, hell, I'm sorry. I know how that must sound to you. Skip it. Bad idea. Let's go to the park." She studied me with those lovely green eyes. "You know, for a few seconds there you sounded like too many other men, but when you backed off right away it made the difference. Yes, I would like to come to your house." Suddenly the gamin smile was back. "Anyway, I still owe you for the extra hamburger." She started the engine and took me back to my pickup, then followed me home. I punched the button in the truck and ran the garage door up, motioning her to park inside. I am always aware of my neighbor, old Mrs. Harris, and her beady eyes. I had a small brandy. She settled for a good-sized charge of Southern Comfort. It disappeared pretty fast and she poured some more. "So," she said. "I have to pay up on my promise." I suspect the fast drinking was to build courage. "No you don't," I said emphatically. "I'm not going to make you do that. If you bare those things I cannot promise to behave. I am human, after all." "You goof, so am I. When somebody tries to just grab, it really puts me off. But if I feel like it I offer. Tonight I want to offer, and you'd better believe that's damn rare." I'm sure it cost her a great deal to make that overture. Instantly my mouth was gunpowder dry. "Can we do this slowly? You just pop those things out my eyeballs are going to fall out on the floor. How about if we work up to it? I'll put some music on if you'd like to dance." Her expression was warm. "Damn. A genuine true gentleman. You keep it up I'm going to cry. Yeah, go ahead and put some music on." I lit up the stereo and started a tape of soft easy music. Even with her long legs we were at eye level. She wasn't quite as tall as I'd thought. I tried to be discreet and not mash myself against those things but it was awkward. To keep clear, the lower part of my body seemed like it was five feet away from her. She solved the problem by putting both arms around my neck and hauling me in. "Sometimes it's nice to be held close, you know?" Damn, but it felt good. Those things may be huge, but they're hard as rocks. When my chest pressed against hers I could feel her heart beating through them. I put my hands on her waist and we mostly just swayed in the middle of the floor. Her breath was warm against my neck. After a few minutes she pulled me even tighter, crushing herself against me. I took a chance and slid my hands down and cupped her nifty little ass, pulling her loins against me. Her bottom was warm and taut under the snug knit shorts. There was no chance she could fail to be aware of my growing hard-on. She thrust her hips forward and rubbed her crotch against mine. "That's nice," she whispered. "I know you've tried not to be offensive and I truly appreciate it. But I think it's time we move things along. You are going to find that the hills are alive, my friend, because I want you to." She stepped back and took my hand. I led her toward my bedroom. She stopped by the bed and turned into me. Our lips met, softly and tentatively at first, then with growing hunger. I ground my pecker against the thin material of her shorts, feeling her hard pubic mound and crisp hair through the tight fabric. She moaned and scrubbed herself against me, top to bottom, from our lips to those giant jugs to her warm crotch. She pulled back a bit and looked down at that astoundingly overburdened halter. "It has little hooks," she said softly. So help me, my hands actually trembled when I slid my fingers under the tightly stretched fabric and felt around until I located the tiny metal catches between the overburdened cups. With the tension on them released, the clips sprang free with an audible pop. The material flew aside and there they were, right up front and looking at me. I had sudden difficulty breathing. They jutted out like guided missile nose cones, tipped with cherry red nipples. She shrugged and the blue halter slid off her arms to the floor. "Oh god," I whispered. I had to, my voice wouldn't work properly. She lifted my hands to weigh them, firm, warm, incredibly heavy. "It's nice to know you respect me," she teased. "At least you aren't mauling me like some kind of madman." "I couldn't," I told her. "They are far too fine to treat with anything but respect." "Well, you'd better be a bit more active than that. We aren't going to just stand here and let your eyeballs bulge all night, are we?" I hated to let go of those wondrous globes but further action was in order. I ripped my shirt over my head and threw it aside, then dropped my hands to the front of her shorts and opened the button and slid the zipper down. Snowy white nylon edged with lace peeped out at me. I slid my hands over her hips and worked the shorts down over her snug round cheeks. She wiggled her hips so they fell to her ankles. At the same time she unzipped my trousers and let them drop. Her fingers caressed my bone through my shorts. "You're really ready," she said needlessly. No shit. My dick was hard as a railroad spike. "Take them off," I told her. She pushed my shorts down over my rigid prick. Her fingers again measured my length. "You're big," she said softly. I was flattered but the truth is I figure I'm about average. I suddenly wondered exactly how much experience she'd really had. With her naturally-developed defensiveness she had probably fought so many men off she hadn't had much chance to find out about masculine structure. I felt good about the compliment anyway. "And you are stunningly sexy," I told her. She guided my dick between her slender thighs. When my prick slid against her panties I felt hot moisture in the silky fabric. She closed her legs on my shaft, working her hips in a small arc to stroke her snatch along my length. I could feel her thickly swollen pussy lips and the deep hot cleft between them. I moaned and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her in tightly. Those astounding chest orbs mashed against me. Our mouths locked savagely, tongues probing, lips sliding around as we made furious efforts to build the tension even higher. When I couldn't tolerate any more I nudged her gently back toward the bed. She settled slowly, arranging herself in the center. I knelt close and bent to suck one of those swollen strawberry nipples for the first time. She moaned and grabbed the back of my head, almost smothering me in the mountain of flesh. I sucked and nibbled and kissed and did everything I could to pay homage. "You're driving me nuts," she moaned. "It's been so long. I'm always running away from men and now I want you so much I can't stand it." Her hands started doing something below. I realized she was trying to pull her panties off. I pushed her hands aside and gripped the elastic. When she hoisted her pelvis I slipped the tiny bikini down those long, long legs. Her womanly scent filled my nostrils, spicy and sweet, delicate yet demanding. My head was at her snowy thighs, long and slender, the creamy white of a true redhead. I looked up at the V of her legs. Tight carroty curls highlighted the swollen cunt lips. Her mound, covered with crisp hair, was high and round, standing as proudly from the base of her belly as her tits stood up from her torso. I lifted my face and breathed on her vulva. She moaned. I moved forward and kissed the bulging lips. She almost screeched. "What are you doing?" she demanded. "I'm going to taste you." "Oh, no. I'm all wet and yukky. You don't want to do that." "Wrong," I told her. "One of my greatest joys is to lick a woman until she comes." Her smooth thighs quivered and shifted as she lifted her head to look down over those rubbery mountains. I realized this was an extremely sensuous woman who kept her sex drive in very tight control to protect herself from being victimized. I was determined to give her all the sensation she could possibly accept. "You can't really want to," she objected. New Experience Ch. 4 My phone rang abrasively, dragging me out of a dead sleep. I fumbled around the headboard and found the receiver. "Somebody better be dying," I grumbled. "Uh, oh. Something more learned. You not only hump my best friend, you're grouchy in the morning as well. Oh, the things I'm putting down in my little book." A cheerful voice I recognized brought me to slightly more wakefulness. "Karen? What are you doing babbling at me at this time of day?" "I wanted to know if you were interested in going to breakfast. I can tell I shouldn't have called, though." I peered groggily at my clock. "Are you totally demented? It's 5:30 on Sunday morning. I don't even have my oxygen tank turned on at this time of day." "Can't help it, I'm a morning person. I always go to breakfast early on Sunday. You want to go or not?" "How the hell should I know? Where? And when? Give me something to grasp here." "Just you and me. I usually go with Jean but she's pleading physical and emotional inability. Seems the other night she got half crippled screwing her brains out someplace. And also had a raging argument with her sister that's still going on. She isn't coming along today." "Oh. Maybe it isn't safe for me to leave the house either." "Ah hell, I should have predicted something like that might happen. She's been hornier than a three-cunted mink, and I know a man's dick doesn't have any conscience. I promise not to dismember you." "I suppose I can take a couple of adrenaline pills, if I have any left. Where do you want me, and when?" "How about if I pick you up? Half an hour?" "Make it 45 minutes. I need to stand in the shower and get awake." I was waiting by the front door when she pulled into my driveway. We were on our way immediately. The first thing I noticed was that she got onto the freeway. "Where the hell we going for this breakfast, Dallas?" I grumbled. "Don't be silly. Dallas is a thousand miles from here. You really are a morning crab. No, Windsor Hills." "Sixty miles? They better have some damn fine eggs." "They do, actually. Little Mom and Pop type place with great food. More important, our cottage is on a lake about five miles from there. We can go out in the boat if you want, fish, loaf around all day, do whatever." That brightened things up. I like spending time around the water. I discovered the lady has a heavy foot. In less than an hour we were settled in a booth in an old-fashioned family café that probably hadn't changed much in fifty years. The breakfast was great, fluffy scrambled eggs, sausage, hash browns, in quantities that would make an interstate trucker blink. The cottage was tucked under monstrous pine and birch trees at the end of a tiny dirt road. I could smell the lake before we got there, a clean, uplifting scent that always makes me feel as though the worst a day could inflict can be dealt with somehow. We opened the cabin windows to let the place air out and walked down to the dock. The water was beautiful deep blue, smooth as glass. A nice little runabout covered with a tarp rested on a hoist. "You water ski?" she asked me. "No, not at all. I can drive if you want to, though." "Maybe later. First things first for me. I want to peel down. Whenever I'm here I like to be as near naked as possible." "Sounds luscious to me. I'm all for that. But I didn't bring any swim trunks or anything." "Naughty boy. Lots of swimming pants around. We keep them for unexpected visitors. There should be four or five pairs on the shelf above the clothes dryer." I found a pair of faded trunks and an old golf shirt and put them on. It was easily warm enough to go barefoot. While I tried to find something on the battered old radio I heard her come up behind me. A pair of slender arms slid under mine and grasped me around the chest. Through my borrowed shirt I could feel a pair of firm and obviously naked breasts pressed against my back. I reached around and felt smooth skin, no matter where I touched. "I told you I like to peel down when I'm up here," she said. "Why do you have all those horrid clothes on?" "All? A pair of trunks and a shirt?" "More than I'm wearing, pal. Come around here." I turned within the circle of her arms and pulled her nude body against me. "You weren't kidding were you? The neighbors must have a lot of drownings when you go water skiing." "Don't be an oaf. I cover up a bit when I go outside. But we aren't outside. And I haven't been laid in a couple of weeks. You didn't really think I brought you all the way up here to go fooling around with stinky old fish, did you?" "Yes, I did. Silly me. I suppose this means the bass get to live a little longer?" "For a while at least. You gonna start something active here, or do I have to do it all myself?" I cupped her tender ass cheeks in both hands and pressed my mouth to hers. Immediately she slipped a firm thigh between my legs and scrubbed her springy crotch bush against me. Her breathing caught and accelerated as her excitement built. My dick started filling with blood, growing and extending within the borrowed trunks. I've never met anybody who could get me so hot so fast. I could feel her nipples filling and getting taut against my chest. She pulled her mouth away slightly. "I can't believe I could be such a slut. If you aren't inside me in about two minutes my head is going to explode from the pressure. I've been absolutely dripping for three hours." Her feminine odor emphasized what her mouth told me. I could smell pussy lubricant, spicy and demanding. It boosted my own desire so totally my pecker was starting to hurt from the pressure of being confined. I grasped her lovely round buttocks tightly and lifted a bit. "Grab on." She did, lifting her feet off the floor and wrapping her legs around me. "Which way?" "Through the kitchen and turn left." I carried her in and tilted slowly to deposit her on the bed. She pulled me down with her. "You really are overdressed. Get naked," she urged. "How? You're going to have to let go." "I wouldn't, except it seems the only way to get anything accomplished. Hurry up." She let me free. It didn't take long to strip and I fell back on top of her. Her jutting nipples jabbed my chest at the same time her silky thighs closed around my hips again. I reclined against the delicious cushions of her firm tits. It felt incredibly erotic to have her smooth skin plastered against mine. "Hello, nice lady. What do you have planned for today?" "I plan to fuck you helpless, go for a swim, fuck you some more, who knows? What do you plan to do?" "Looks like I just go along with it, since I'm here." "Good. But you better start in the next eight seconds or I am going to run screaming right off the end of the dock and see if the lake actually boils when I hit the water." I was certainly ready, my dick fully rigid. I lifted my hips a bit and prodded between her legs. Her cunt hair tickled my probe, then I found the hot moist opening I sought. I pressed against it and slid slowly into her welcoming pecker pocket. We both released a long sigh of contentment. Her hips started to churn against me, urging my prod in and out of her slippery channel. I pumped slowly and deeply, thoroughly savoring the delectable feel of her pussy sucking at my bone. No matter how many times I have sex with this woman, it's always as exciting as the first time. Her legs came up and circled my hips, ankles locked against my pumping buttocks. "You really know how to do me, don't you?" she moaned. "God, I love having you inside me." "I like your hot little hole, too. Feels like a pulsating vacuum, pulling the juice out of my balls." "Good. That's what I want to do, suck the juice right out of you. Hurry up and give it to me. I need you so much." Her pelvis rocked and tilted against me, the hot tube of her sex seizing my length and sucking it inward, clamping down and releasing like she had fingers inside the tunnel of her snatch. We settled down to some serious screwing, slamming and twisting against each other. Her wet cunt made little smacking noises against my dick as it pistoned in and out of her body. A pink flush worked its way up over her magnificent tits as she got more and more involved. Her pelvic cycle accelerated, humping faster against me. My mindless dick punched into her in ever-increasing rhythm as we got more excited. Sweat popped out of our bodies and slicked our skin as we thrust and labored to reach the pinnacle. Her nipples were like stones against my chest, stabbing at the skin as though they were striving to puncture me and enter my body. I could feel her internal tissues clasp and release, first in regular cycle, then more erratically as control ebbed. "I'm gonna do it, pretty soon now," she gasped. "Go ahead. Anytime you want," I told her. The heat in my balls was building higher and higher but I could tell she would probably go over the edge before I did. As long as she was satisfied I'd be happy. Her arms tightened spastically against my back and her nails dug in. "Soon, oh man, so soon," she groaned. Her heels kicked against my butt and her loins seemed to flower open so I could get even deeper inside her. The odor of her hot fuck juices filled my nostrils, enhancing the direct physical sensation of her grasping pussy muscles. "Come on, c'mon c'mon c'mon," she chanted. "Gonna do it. Gonna come." "Let it happen, do it for me," I encouraged. I pulled away and shoved my thighs under hers, my knees against her ass cheeks, hoisting her crotch up and grasping the delectable curves where her hips sloped downward to her waist. Looking down, I could see my shiny cock sliding in and out of her golden bush. The visual stimulation was incredible. "Now, now, OH FUCK, NOWWWWW!!!!!!" she screamed up at me. Her twat imploded around my pecker, violent clutching and relaxing surges of her sucking pit. Over and over she throbbed and pulsed, slamming over the limit. I rammed forward, burying my entire length in her, what felt like all the way to her throat. The woman twisted and writhed on the bed, eyes clamped shut, sweat pouring off her stomach and tits as she slammed through her orgasm. Her acceptance of utter mind-bending ecstasy, the display of total abandon was awesome. That did it for me. I plowed my dick into her as deeply as I could, froze, and let my poor maltreated nuts drain. Shot after shot of hot semen pumped through my nozzle and sprayed the deepest part of her honey tunnel, boiling seed slamming against her sucking walls, until stars reeled behind my eyes and the only sensation on earth was my pecker spilling liquid heat into her swamp. I flopped on top of her. Our heavy panting mixed for several minutes as we tried to regain sanity. Eventually she stirred and wrapped her arms around me. "Mother bastard, you make me come so hard," she huffed. "If it gets any better than you do me, I don't want to know about it. I'd be unconscious and miss all those good sensations." "There's no way to describe it," I agreed. "Every time with you is better and better." "I know. It's scary. But I love it." She pressed her mouth against mine hungrily, tonguing me and crushing her delicious body against me. "You know what? I should be exhausted, but I want to go swimming." That suddenly seemed like a great suggestion. I found the trunks I'd kicked aside on the floor. She said I could go down and feel of the water, she'd be along pretty soon. I walked down to the dock and dunked a foot. Only slightly cooler than skin temperature, which is best for swimming anyway. I went in headfirst. It felt wonderful, the cool liquid flushing off the sweat and sex oils. I opened my stroke in the long-ago learned exercise of a distance-covering crawl, the long reaches and deep pulling reviving muscle memory I hadn't used in years. When I was fully loosened I curved back toward shore and rolled upward in a slow backstroke. Paddling on my back and gazing up at the blue sky, I heard a splash and swung around to look. Flashing arms swung in graceful arcs near the end of the dock. She stopped and let her legs drop, moving her hands slowly to keep afloat. "It's marvelous!" I paddled closer. "Sure is. Clean lake water beats a pool full of chemicals every time." "You looked pretty deft out there. You some kind of swimming freak? Competition or something?" "Nope. Just grew up in lake country. I can't remember when I couldn't swim. My dad had us in the water before we could even walk." "I was going to challenge you to a race, but maybe I'd better not." She pointed out over the water. Somebody had anchored a platform built on old oil drums. What I expected to happen, did, although not quite the way I figured. As we swam toward the float she kept inching ahead of me and I kept picking up the pace to stay even. After maybe twenty yards she poured on the coal. I did my very best, but I was still far enough behind to watch her climb the ladder, tight cutoff jeans plastered to her taut buttocks like blue spray paint. She grinned happily down at me when I came thrashing up to the raft. "Out of shape, old man?" she teased. I clambered up on the platform. "You are unreal. And you were heckling me about being a pro?" "Sorry, friend. I'm afraid you've been sandbagged. I got a lot of trophies in high school and college." I eyeballed the teeny tiny bikini top. "Showing a lot of skin there, my dear. You sneeze the neighbors are going to have a lovely view of your boobs. If you are going to wear the top, why didn't you put the bottoms on too?" "You know why, lecherous man. I'd have to prune the forest considerably. There's even less of the bottom than the top. I'd be sticking out all over the place." "I can understand that. Don't, okay? I like your carpet the way it is." We didn't race back to the dock, just lazed along. "You want a beer?" she asked when we were in the cottage. "Sure, I'm ready. What are we going to do about lunch?" "Lake full of fish out there. Gear on the front porch." I enjoyed the next hour immensely, standing on the dock and pulling in some of the nicest bass I've ever seen in my life. She set up a small charcoal grill and by some mode of feminine magic produced crispy rolls and potato salad. I grilled the fish and we ate on the dock, feet swirling in the water and washing down the delicious food with cold beer. The early rising and all the day's exercise were getting to me. I went in and flopped on the bed. I was flat on my belly, oblivious to the world, when I felt weight on the middle of my back. I dragged out of sleep, aware of moist heat and soft hair pressed against my waist. I looked down at tan knees clasping my rib cage. "Again? You trying to do me in before my time?" A different voice than I expected answered. "Nope, not again. First time, at least today." I cranked my head around and looked up at hazel eyes, long auburn hair, and bare tits with thick brown nipples stabbing erectly outward. Karen's daughter. Hoo-rah. "What are you doing here? And where's your mother? She catches you sitting on top of me birthday naked she may have some words to say. Even worse, say nothing at all, just rip my balls off with her fingernails." "She had to go back. I came up on my own. I didn't expect anybody to be here. We were talking and she suddenly remembered she was supposed to do the bulletin for her garden club to mail out tomorrow. Just as well I showed up. She'd have remembered about dark time tonight and had to scramble around getting it done." She lifted up on her knees to let me roll over, then settled her hot snatch on my tummy. She bent over and braced her hands on the bed above my shoulders and dragged rigidly swollen nipples back and forth across my chest. "I said I'd give you a ride....home," she drawled. "You do want a ride, don't you?" I ran my hands down over ripe hips and around a soft full ass. My fingers found their way to the slippery wet flesh between her legs. "I suppose I might be interested if somebody made the right kind of offer." "How much of an offer do you need? I'm here, I'm naked, and I guarantee I am totally ready. Which you know anyway, since your hands are all over my cunt." "Crude, but clear. You didn't take my advice, did you?" "What advice? Find somebody else? No. I told you, I don't want anybody else. If I have to share so be it. I think I'm still getting a good deal." "And no consideration for the wear and tear it causes me, clearly. Does it occur to you that I can't go on taking care of both of you all the time?" "Don't be a crybaby. And it isn't all the time, it's only now and again." She shuffled upward, the dense forest of crotch fur now resting on my chest. "Do you really mind? Hmmm...???? Do you really want to tell me you aren't interested?" I could smell the excited pussy only inches from my face, and my cock was hardening rapidly. She reached behind her and grasped my dick. "Well, well, it appears to me you're fibbing. This seems to be interested, no matter what you claim." She gripped it firmly and jacked her hand up and down. "I've wanted to do something," she said. She lifted up and swung around so she was still sitting on my chest, but facing away from me. My new view was a round, ripe ass and the sleek length of her back, which now bent in an arc away from my vision. Suddenly I felt wet heat engulf my prick, all the way to the base. "Mmmm...." she hummed on my tool. The vibration went straight to my nuts, instantly slamming outward to every nerve in my body. She started moving her mouth up and down my length, sucking greedily and pumping it energetically with her hand as her tongue massaged my stalk. Now here's a problem - no matter how good a woman is at giving head, I absolutely cannot climax from getting a blow job. Some very determined ladies have tried it over the years, taking it as a challenge when I tell them it won't do any good. I don't know exactly what causes it, but my balls seem to go into lock mode when my dick is down a warm throat. I enjoy letting them try, though. The pleasure is considerable, even if I can't blow my nut from having them do it. Courtesy dictated that I return the favor. I grasped her hips and pulled back, urging her to spread her legs more and settle on me. My nose pressed into her wet crotch and my tongue sliced into the hot, slick flesh of her sex. Her butt tightened as she clamped her thighs down. I heard it (and felt it) when she moaned appreciation: "Uuhhhmmmm....." I dug my tongue into her hot goo pot, lapping up the ever-flowing honey she produced. Her position put me in good situation to work on her clit at every stroke. Each time I hit it her hips jerked and slammed her loins against my face. She kept up the suction on my crank, but I could tell she was losing interest in that particular aspect of our activities as she spiraled toward climax. Her knees flexed, lifting her loins slightly away and then dropping back down as she fucked my face. I could hear her breathing accelerate as she built closer to orgasm. She started moaning as she increased her sucking, a vibration in her throat that ran the length of my pecker and rattled my balls. "Uuuuhhhhnnnn......" Abruptly she let my dick slide out of her mouth, lifted off me, and pivoted to fall on her back on the bed, legs spread widely. The soaking gash between her legs gaped open, red flesh glittering in the dark forest. "Oh god, I can't wait any longer. Get inside me quick." She grabbed my cock and tugged. I followed her urging, kneeling between her widely splayed thighs. She guided my bone into the gaping wet flesh of her snatch, prodding the rounded head at her fuck tunnel. I flexed my hips forward and slid into her broiling channel smoothly and sleekly until my nuts rested against her sticky ass cheeks. "Fuck yes," she hissed. "That's what I need. Pump it, give it to me hard." New Experience in Brazil The night was hot, the music was loud, and through the fog I saw her body moving to the rhythm of the music. Her hair was the color of copper and it was long and flowing against her body as she swayed to the song. When she twirled around I saw that she was voluptuous and her skin was bronzed, probably from the Brazilian sun. I couldn't take my eyes off her, she was the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. As I kept staring, I felt my body heat up. Could it be that I was sexually attracted to this woman? I couldn't avert my eyes, I kept watching her beautiful body move ever so magically around the dance floor. Then it happened, she caught me looking. Her eyes were captivating, even at a distance. I wondered for a moment what it would be like to gaze into them close up, maybe while in the heat of passion. What was I thinking? I didn't even know this woman and I was beginning to fantasize about her. I didn't have to wonder much longer. The music stopped and she walked over to my table. Her eyes were a deep caramel color and she looked at me with such an intensity I thought I was going to cum right there. "I saw you watching me dance, you want to learn to dance like me?" I didn't know what to say. I had just been daydreaming about this woman and there she was speaking to me. "No, I was just watching. I don't really like to dance." "In this country dancing is as romantic as making love. If a man sees you dancing in such a way that he thinks he needs to make love to you, then you are a great dancer." "Oh, well, my boyfriend is over at the bar and I don't know if he is really into that kind of stuff." "You have a boyfriend? Your eyes were telling me that you want something else..." "Yes, he is the one in the blue shirt at the end of the bar. I was just thinking that I could never be that sexy while dancing. Sorry I was staring." She leaned over and whispered in my ear. "You are a very beautiful woman. I want to make love to you and you aren't even dancing. What do you think the men in here are thinking?" I was stunned. This woman, a stranger to me, just told me she wanted to make love to me. "Thank you, but I told you before that I have a boyfriend. It is not that I am not attracted to you, I mean, you are gorgeous. If anyone denies that, they must be near death. Anyone with a sex drive would want to have sex with you." Oh God! What did I just say? That is what I get for drinking rum all night long. "Do you?" "I, uh, well, I...yes, actually I do. I was watching you dance because you have such a sexy body and I didn't realize that I could be so attracted to woman. I have seen some films with attractive women, but I have never acted on any desire I may, or may not have had." "Maybe now is the time to act on that desire. I own this club and my office is upstairs. Tell your boyfriend you have met a new friend and you are going to the bathroom." I had no idea what I was doing. It was as if I was watching this scene play out on the television. I walked right over to the end of the bar and told Joe I was going to the bathroom. I followed her across the dance floor. I found myself watching the way her dress clung to her tight ass. If she was wearing underwear (I was almost positive she wasn't) it was barely there. Seriously, what was I doing? She led me up the stairs, down the hall and into her office. I stood there with my back to her and the door. I was so nervous that my palms were sweating. I heard the lock click and felt her hand on my arm. She came around in front of me, put her hand on the back of my head and slightly pulled my hair as she leaned in to kiss me. I felt the heat of her mouth on mine, the wetness of her tongue and I finally gave in. I kissed her back. I found myself relaxing with each passing second. She pulled my head back and told me that she loved the way my tongue moved with hers. I told her that I had never been with a woman and I was a little apprehensive. She told me that she would do the work and help me where I needed it. She took my hand and led me over to the couch. "Sit down." I sat. She turned on some music and came back over to the couch. She straddled me and we started making out once again. Her hands were on my breasts and I could feel my nipples hardening. She pulled down the straps on my dress and began sucking very tenderly on my nipples. It felt so good. I didn't want her to stop. As my dress fell down around my hips she started licking her way down my body. She grabbed my dress and pulled it the rest of the way off...now I was sitting back on her couch in only my underwear. As she began to kneel on the floor, she put her hands on my knees and spread my legs open. I knew what was coming next and I couldn't wait. Soon her mouth was going to be on my pussy and I didn't know if I could stand it any longer. Her fingers found their way to my panties and I could feel them against my clit. She continued rubbing my pussy and I was becoming more and more wet; I wanted her mouth on me so bad. She bit my panties and pulled them off of my body with her teeth. By this time I was so relaxed I thought I would oblige to anything. She began licking the inside of my thighs, her tongue moving in tiny little circles all the way up to the wetness between them. The heat from her mouth on my pussy was enough to drive me insane. Her tongue lapped at my clit while she inserted her fingers and began banging me. The sensation of her fingers inside me and her mouth sucking on my pussy was the hottest thing I had ever experienced. My boyfriend always eats me out, but somehow this was different. It was so hot, so forbidden and so exciting! It was then that I felt her finger go in my ass. What a feeling! Mouth on my pussy, fingers in it and now a finger in my ass...this woman knew what I wanted! She stopped and came up from the floor to kiss me. I could taste myself on her mouth and at that moment I knew that I wanted to eat her pussy more than anything. Her dress was still on, so I ran my hand between her legs and felt her pussy. Exactly what I thought...no underwear. I slid my fingers into her body and told her to sit on the couch. She sat and I pushed her dress up so I could see her pussy. It looked so good. She spread open her legs and pushed my head into her wetness. She tasted so good. I found myself licking her clit and fucking her with my fingers as if I had been doing it for years. Suddenly, my cell phone rang. It was Joe. I answered it. "Where are you? I thought you were just going to the bathroom." "I met the owner of the club and we are upstairs in her office chatting, it was way too noisy down there." "Oh cool, can I have the bartender show me up?" I asked if Joe could come up and she said yes that it would be fine and he could come up the stairs and go straight down the hallway to the purple door. I told him just to come on in and I continued with our escapade. Her pussy tasted so sweet and I didn't want to stop. Then the door opened, my face still between her legs, and my tongue still on her clit. "What the hell?" I turned around and could see anger in his eyes. When I smiled at him, his eyes softened and knew he wanted to join us. After all, what man's fantasy isn't 2 women at the same time? "I couldn't help myself, she is so beautiful and her pussy tastes so good. You should taste it." He walked slowly over to us and I could see he was hard. His cock was so swollen in his pants, it was about to burst out. She sat back on the couch as Joe got down on his knees and started licking her pussy. I didn't know that I could become so wet watching my boyfriend eat out another woman. I got on the couch and straddled her. As she sucked on my tits, Joe began to grab at my ass. Then I felt the warmth of his breath on my backside. He spread my ass apart and began licking it fiercely. He went back and forth between her wet pussy and my tight ass and all the while I kept making out with this woman, whose name I still didn't know. She reached down in between the cushions and grabbed a strap on dildo. I was a bit nervous to try this out, but was up for anything at this point. She whispered that she wanted to fuck me like a man would and I agreed. She strapped on the dildo and was ready for action. "Go sit in that chair." She told Joe as she pointed to the chair in the corner. He obliged and watched as she shoved the fake cock deep inside me. I let out the faintest moan and could see that Joe was enjoying himself. He sat in the chair and watched as she continued to fuck me. I looked over at Joe and I could see him tugging at his crotch. His pants had become tight and his cock was bulging. I had to have it in my mouth. "Come here," I said. I stood up and turned around so I could take it from behind while sucking Joe's dick. I unzipped his pants and swallowed his huge throbbing cock. As she continued to fuck me, I felt myself getting hotter. I needed her to stop because I didn't want to cum yet. She agreed to stop and help me suck the life out of his dick. I thought about what I really wanted and what would make me have the best orgasm of my life. Then I decided. I leaned into Joe and whispered. "I want you to fuck her. I want to watch as you pound her pussy like she is a whore. Then, I want to suck her juices off your cock before I shove your dick inside me and ride it until you explode." "Ok...are you sure you really want that?" "Yes, I am sure." She lay down on the couch and he entered her ever so slowly. I sat next to her and began massaging her breasts. She leaned over to kiss me at the exact moment that Joe began fondling my clit. He continued in this way until I thought her mind was going to blow. Once she came, I knew it was my turn. He pulled out his cock and I licked her sweetness off of it. Joe knows that the easiest way to get me off is to bend me over and fuck me hard. As I was bent over the couch, I felt hands on the inside of my thighs. Then I felt her tongue on my pussy. I thought I was going to die. Her tongue was moving over my clit at about the same speed as my vibrator and Joe was giving it to me hard and fast. The heat rose up inside me once more and as I came, my body began to shake so uncontrollably. It was the most amazing orgasm I had ever experienced. "I am not finished yet," Joe announced. "It is my turn to cum." He knows how much I love to be fucked in the ass, so he shoved his rock hard cock in my tight ass and began pounding away. She came over and straddled my face and I got to taste her sweet pussy once more. My mouth moved back and forth with every thrust from Joe. I knew it wouldn't be long before he would cum because fucking my ass is a guaranteed way to have his cock erupt. I felt him pull his cock out of my ass and I turned around so he could cum all over me. We opened our mouths so we could share his cum. He came in our mouths and even though we shared it, it was the biggest amount of cum I had ever swallowed. "That is the best sex I ever had," I told my girlfriends as we sat around the table playing Sex Truths. "Joe and I have never been back to Brazil and we have never discussed that night, but I know we both think about it constantly. Well, I know I do." New Experience in the Quarter Let me start out with some background. My wife Jan and I had a quick courtship and marriage, due to the high hormone level and sex drive in both of us. Our first real date was four days in Tahoe, where we spent about 18 hours a day fucking in bed or else somewhere nearby. After a few weeks courtship, much of it spent horizontally, I quickly proposed. Jan is about 5 foot tall, 120 pounds, with a nice set of 34Cs, and has dirty blond hair and blue eyes. I'm just an average guy about 6 foot and 180 pounds. Anyway, back to the story, I got in quite a bit of trouble for carousing with the boys the year before ('98). I had a friend of mine in town for the Mardi Gras of '99. It was about the only chance I had to get into town that whole year. He and I were big partygoers from years past, so Jan had no hope of holding us back and, instead of putting up wasted resistance, she came along. We headed out on the town for what was a relatively quiet night in New Orleans (you could still see your feet). We started out quickly, chugging some beers at a 3 for 1 happy hour. Jan was wearing a tight low cut white cotton shirt with a lacy bra (which did little to nothing to hide her long thick nipples), along with some khaki shorts covering her black thong. After some small talk and a few drinks, we started to dance. I am not much of a dancer by any stretch of the imagination, but it did not take me too long to get into the groove with my wife's lead. She apparently let the couple of quick beers and a shot of tequila get into her head, as she was quickly rubbing her body up against mine. After the first song I finally realized what she was after, quite a surprise, and she started to grind her body in return. By the end of the second song, I had her bra in my pocket, and my hand up her shirt. We continued on for a third song that ended with her shirt up over her tits, and my cock out of my pants, Jan on her knees sucking me off, and the bouncers telling us to leave. But I have to say we enjoyed every minute of it, as did our friend, who was watching in fascination from just off the dance floor. From there we did the street for all it was worth. Nothing too mind boggling, just collecting some beads for the gratuitous flash. I was in HEAVEN to see my (up to now) relatively shy wife flashing the street, and I was developing quite a head of steam as a result. My friend must have taken two dozen pictures, which I still have not got copies of. After carousing on the Street, I convinced my wife we should check out some of the strip joints. After much cajoling, she agreed to enter a place that has both male and female strippers. She sat down between my friend and I to see the show. The show had alternating men and women dancers, which allowed for both our attentions to wander. Not too far into the show I had her pants open to rub her pussy, and her shirt up but not quite exposing her tits, in an attempt to maximize her experience. While watching the show, Jan managed to occasionally rub my cock through my pants, which was more than hard by this point. My friend seemed had a hard time deciding which show to watch at this point, the one on the stage or ours. I have to say my wife and I had never done anything close to this before, and my wildest fantasies were coming true. So, after fucking around in that place, and Jan coming out of there with a hot wet pussy, and myself with a limp, we tried the Gold Club just off of Bourbon, which had always been my favorite. We only stayed for a couple of songs and it did not go over too well with her. Next stop was Razoo's on Bourbon, which has always been my favorite place to party in the quarter. The three of us found a space on the upper bar rail over the dance floor, and stayed there for an hour or two. Since space at the rail was at a premium, only two of us could dance at a time.... And I was more that happy watch. The band/mc at the bar was bringing out the best in everyone in attendance, encouraging the women to flash all they had. My wife would not flash in the bar, much to my chagrin. However, after encouraging her to dance with my friend I quickly found her that her protestations were in jest. After downing several Hurricanes, a couple of dances, and some encouragement from me, my wife ended up on the floor with our friend. The mc started his pitch, and got the place into frenzy. After listening to his pitch for a while, I turned to the floor to see my wife with her shirt over her head, with my friend wrapping his hands around her tits. At the same time she alternated rubbing her hand up against her cunt and then up against his cock. I felt the pit of my stomach drop out my asshole, both in amazement and excitement. The swelling of my cock quickly told me this was not such a bad thing. I had always fantasized about her baring all in public, but never thought through the impacts of it going past just the visual. To say I was enjoying it was an understatement. Their minor show had a few viewers on the dance floor and rail, but it was not a big deal in that town (other than to me). After a song or so they wrapped their packages up, and came back up to their drinks (and me). I made no comment at this time. We left shortly after, and ended up encouraging Jan to flash some more on the way down the street. We both ended up squeezing her tits and nipples for the crowd, but nothing too crazy, just enough to keep the blood boiling. Towards the end of the street we came upon a quarter porn movie place, and decided to slip in for a quick show... After grabbing $10 in quarters, we slipped into a booth, with our friend in the booth next store. I managed to get her into a booth with no doorknob, and a glory hole between our booth and my friends. After putting in the money I quickly had her out of all her clothes. A glance to the left and right told me we had at least two voyeurs watching us. I asked her to entertain me (and without her knowledge us) by rubbing her pussy for me. Since she knows that I am a tit man, this was accompanied by her stroking her 34C's. I love the way she pulls her long thick nipples for me. I was almost positive our watching friends enjoyed it as much as me. After a while I started to suck her nipples, and finally knelt to suck and lick her clit. I pulled her down onto the small bench, and sucked her to an orgasm, as she pulled madly at her nipples. I split my attention between her and the bobbing eyeballs in the glory holes. By that time my cock was straining at the zipper, and I quickly stood looking for some relief. Jan pulled my pants down and wrapped her lips around my cock. I was in heaven, getting blown in the box by my naked wife, with two onlookers, one of them my friend. I thought I could not stand too much more, and stood her up against the door. I slammed my hard cock into her overheated pussy and rode her for all I was worth. Fortunately, two things worked for me. She was lined up so she could see out the hole from the missing doorknob. She saw several guys who had been taking turns watching the show. She told me about it, but decided that it made her hot more that it embarrassed her, and allowed me to continue our show. She also told me she saw the other hole several weeks later (where our friend was watching), but did not say anything at the time. The second item of concern was the fact that we had been in town drinking for about six hours at that point, and I had a case of whisky dick (or close to it). I must have fucked her for what felt like an hour in that booth. We both had sweat rolling off of us, were both screaming at each other, and both having the fuck of our lives with some eyeballs watching us. She was alternating her screams between "FUCK ME" and "I'M CUMMING".... And I was screaming at her to "PULL YOUR NIPPLES and SQUEEZE MY COCK WITH YOUR HOT PUSSY." I finally shot my load into her wet pussy after what turned out to be 25 minutes of hard fucking. We were both spent and hot. After I got my pants on I opened the door while she was still laid out on the bench naked with cum dripping out of her wet pussy. There were five guys outside that door; all with obvious hard-ons. Several crowded the door to take in the scene. Jan was at first mortified at the attention, but then rubbed her body for them while they rubbed one out. She has repeatedly told me since then how hot she got from the strangers watching her rub her sweaty body, hard nipples and cum filled cunt. We came out of the porn joint wet and breathing heavy, to find our friend waiting for us. He said he had been out front for quite some time, but from his hard breathing and sweaty brow we did not believe him. We went home and fucked again on the front lawn, while cars passed the house.... But that's a story for another time? More to come... please give feedback on this opening story. New Experiences This is the first time of me writing and submitting a story, any comments or things to improve would be much appreciated – Enjoy! Ben and I had been dating over a couple years now and the sex never got boring. We had tried new positions, experimenting with different food and even toys. There was something else we wanted to try; sex in a public place. We'd talked about it a lot, and finally got up the courage to do it. We'd just been to see a film at the cinema, as we walked out of the building I felt Ben's hand on my ass, squeezing it, I knew what this meant. He pulled me close and gave me a warm passionate snog as his hands found my ass again. I took him by the hand and we made our way round a darkened side of the building where it would be difficult for us to be seen. He pushed me up against the wall and kissed from my cheek down my neck. He pushed the strap of my top down, I pull my arm out of it, and the same routine with my bra strap. He cups my left boob with his hand gently massaging it and kissing it. Then he takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks and bites on it, as I let out a soft moan and feel my pussy becoming wet. I had always loved the way he worked his way around my body. He then took both my top and bra straps down on the right and massaged and kissed my right boob. Then he took both my boobs in his hands and pinched my nipples. I switched positions with him and pushed him up against the wall. I get down on my knees and undo his belt and pull his trousers down. I kiss his already hard cock through his boxers; I know how much that teases him. I pull his boxers down and his cock literally pops out, I've always loved his big cock, I love to perform oral. I begin rubbing it up and down slowly as I lick around the top of his big hard cock and spit on it making it all wet. Then I suck all the way down forcing it down my throat, I take his cock faster and faster, I watch his face and hear his moans as I do it. He grabs the back of my head and forces me to deep throat; he does that repeatedly and lets out a moan as he cums all down my throat. I suck and lick every little drop of cum off his cock. He lifts me off my knees and sits me on a bench further down in the darkness. He lifts my skirt up, moves my thong across, and forces my legs apart then he kisses my pussy then rubs my clit so fast I begin to moan very loudly, not caring who hears. Then he shoves his fingers into my soaking wet pussy, finger fucking me so hard and fast. He then pulls them out and licks all my juices from them. He makes me bend over the bench and spanks me very hard, until I moan for him to fuck me. He rams his hard cock in my pussy from behind, making me scream with pleasure moaning for him to fuck me harder, to ram it faster. We see a couple of people watching us, it does nothing but turn us on even more. He fucks me harder and faster, which makes me scream louder. He keeps going until I moan that I'm going to cum, as I say it I do, all over his cock. He pulls his cock out and forces me to suck all my cum off. Then he slaps his cock against my ass as he rubs it faster and faster. Then he cums all over me and watches the cum drip from my ass down onto my pussy. He slaps my ass again and orders me to lie down on the bench and spread my legs. He gets between my legs and rubs my clit with one hand and fingers me with the other, the speed increased and I could feel my body heating up as the orgasm takes over. I moan so loud and scream in pleasure. He pulls his fingers out of my pussy and keeps rubbing my clit, my moaning gets even louder and my body shakes as I squirt all over you, he licks up all my juices while I recover from my orgasm. A new experience is fulfilled. New Experiences Introduction: Time spent recalling my younger years. This is a long story and it is as true as my memory serves. If you're looking for a quick one-off, skip this one. Things actually took place and I've changed or omitted the names of other people not directly involved with our continued time together. ***** I had always been sexually active growing up and nothing changed as I grew older and supposedly wiser. If anything, I got more imaginative. This brings us to this place in time: I met Jill as a trucker. Pulling into a truckstop in Los Angeles, I sat behind the wheel thinking how boring a night on the lot would be. Thinking of the possibilities, I dollied down my trailer and prepared to bob tail into the city and try to find a club with some action. I'll cut to the chase here and tell you I found an attractive woman sitting by herself, nursing a drink. One thing led to another - dancing, drinking and she finally got around to asking me what I did for a living. When I told her I was a trucker, she became intrigued. When I mentioned my truck was in the parking lot, she immediately wanted to see it. I unlocked the door and had to help her up into the cab. I should mention that Jill was a rather tiny little woman, just at 5' tall, slender, with small, firm little breasts, and a waist I could circle easily with two hands. Once in the truck, she noticed the sleeper. I'd had this truck made to my personal specs. Queen-sized bed, clothes closets, sink, microwave, color TV and a dynamite stereo system, not to mention blue mood lights around the ceiling. Jill walked back to the bed and sat down, then patted the mattress beside her. I didn't need a written invitation by that point. In about a minute, we were both nude and exploring each other's body. With me still sitting, Jill swung a leg over my thighs and straddled me with her arms around my neck. As I played with her tight little breasts, she reached down and guided me into her sopping cunt, sliding closer to my groin to get as much of me into her as possible. At 7", I'm not a huge guy, with my penis being only a little over an inch & 1/2 thick, but a guy uses what one has... Jill started hunching away as I tongued her erect little nipples. Part of my mind was surprised that each of her nipples were slightly larger than a dime, with her hard points only barely larger than my own. It was hard to suck the nipples themselves due to their size, so I pulled as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, keeping my tongue busy on the stiff little point. Jill's eyes were nearly rolled back into her head, lots of white showing. She pulled back and asked me if I had a towel handy. I thought it was a strange time to be asking that. I was gentleman enough to always offer warm, wet washrag after the deed, never before the culmination. I told her sure, and with her still impaled on me, I reached into the little cubbyhole beside the sink and grabbed a hand towel. "Do you want me to wet it?" I asked? "No, put it under you when you sit back down. I think we're going to make a mess." Hmm, I'd had women who creamed copiously as they got excited, but other than running down their ass, no big deal. Oh well, she was running the show. Jill started making mewling noises and her bouncing and grinding became more pronounced when suddenly she leaned back, pushing herself onto me to the point of actually bruising my pubic bone. Stiff, like she'd gone into rigor mortis, she came...and cum she did. My entire crotch and the towel under me were soaked. Jill was a rainmaker, a woman that squirted when she came. In all my adventures, I'd heard of them but had never run across one. When she'd finally showed some signs of life, her arms went back around my neck and she kissed me like her tongue would either go down my throat or punch through the back of my neck. I did eventually get her the wet washrag and I think this impressed her somewhat. Strangely, she really didn't want to lie down on the bed, but asked if it was ok to just sit up front in my air-cushioned seats in the nude. Damn, an exhibitionist streak to boot. BONUS! We talked about where we were from. Talk about coincidence. We were both from the same city in the California, me here on a run and her down for a banking conference. True - Jill was a bank VP here for a weeklong conference but due to head back north in two days. We made plans to just head for the truckstop where she planned to spend the night with me. After making love to her tight, diminutive body several times through the wee hours, she never failed to squirt about a cup of liquid every time she came. To myself, I was thinking to hit Wal-Mart for some plastic shower curtains...anything long term with this woman would make my laundry bill go through the roof. We spent most of her remaining off time together, getting to know one another and planning to meet up at home. A week later, I parked the truck in a truckstop at home and planned to spend the next couple of weeks getting to know this little lady. Before buying a truck, I'd been a SCUBA instructor for many years. The agency I certified for kept trying to get me to take a management job at one of the many franchises, especially along the California coast. After listening to my answering machine, one offer definitely caught my attention. About half again more than I made as a trucker, all expense paid trips out of the country at least every 6 months and weekends at the beach with my classes. I would have no trouble getting rid my year-old Kenworth conventional. The bonus lay in the fact the shop was in the same town where'd I'd leased an apartment. Meeting up with Jill, we had dinner at a nice restaurant and I sprung my plan on her. Taking it all in, she was quiet for a bit, then looking me in the eyes, she asked "Shall we just move in together?" I hadn't actually planned that far ahead, but the thought appealed to me. "Sure. We seem to get along great and I suppose we can acclimate to each other as we go." The next few day were a flurry of moving, calling the dive shop, arranging a meeting with the owner to hammer out a contract we could both live with. I had a reputation with the agency of being a top salesman and had run retail businesses in the past. We met, agreed on the terms and sent it to a lawyer for finalization. Jill was thrilled she had a live-in lover but something kind of dug at her mood at times. During the exploratory time early in the relationship, I couldn't help but notice that something troubled her. I asked, several times. Eventually, she sank into kind of a depression. She had a past and possibly a secret that weighed on her mind. I took her hands in mine and told her there was nothing she could have done before that would make me care for her any less. This led to a bawling, sobbing tale of her childhood. Growing up, it seems her mother was divorced with a nine, ten and eleven year old at home, very little money and mom working 2 jobs to keep a roof over their heads. Her mother had made a deal with her brother and his wife to watch the kids in the evenings. Their end was, they were only willing to take one child per night and the other two would have to either go to an evening daycare or find a neighbor to watch them. Jill kind of clammed up at this point. A rough situation to grow up in, but not exactly terrible. Coaxing her on, she finally admitted that her uncle and aunt had initiated her into sex at age nine. At that tender age, she'd not only had full penetration, learned to deep throat, ate pussy and had her own licked but was also introduced to the family dog. Quite a load for a nine year old, and to make matters worse, her relatives made her feel like it was all her fault. They told her if anyone, anyone at all found out, she'd be put in a foster home. Jill would be a wild woman for about one to three months at a pop, then go into these depressions again for a few weeks. Hard to live with but I eventually learned to read her moods. Actually, I got the hint after having my hand and arm nearly ripped off and beaten about the head and shoulders with it. After confessing her sexual awakening, Jill became a wild woman - always wanting a bigger high, so together, we sought out wilder ways to satisfy each of us. We read an ad in the LA Times about a swing club out near Huntington Beach. Calling, we made an appointment for a 'personal' interview. Hmm, did they want to see the goods before they took our money? I'd never been auditioned for sex before. Getting there on a Friday afternoon, we were shown into a nice office by the man of the house and given long forms to fill out - questionnaires asking about our sexual history, preferences and/or any kink we were into. Next came a release form, holding the club harmless in case of a civil dispute or diseases we might be exposed to. Next, what later turned out to be the guy's wife came into the room and asked me to join her in the other room. Once there, she asked me to disrobe as she did the same. Nude, she stepped into me and ran her hands over my chest until she reached my erect penis. She slowly stroked it and asked if my wife got jealous or if I were jealous of her with other men. At this point I corrected her thinking, telling her we were just living together, and no, neither of us had a problem that I was aware of. She asked me if I'd ever been aids tested and I told her yes, fairly regularly. She went on to ask if it would bother me to make love while others were present, because a few members like to watch as or before they chose a playmate. Again, I told her no, I had no problems with public sex provided the setting was discreet. Holding my by my stiff dick, she led me through another door where Jill was writhing on top of her husband. The woman looked at me and said, "Shall we?" Watching Jill ride this guy's fat dick excited the crap out of me and I pulled our host's wife down into the same position as Jill. The woman guided me into me dripping pussy and started slowly moving up and down. Soon, she leaned over my chest to ask me if I liked oral and anal or just plain vanilla sex.. Playing with her taut nipples, I whispered that although I liked getting head, I seldom climaxed from it. As for anal sex...bring on the lube! I also explained to her that I got a tremendous high from fucking in any style and didn't always climax from it. She thought that was strange, but I told her my reasoning- I get totally involved in the penetration, feeling a woman's vagina or rectum squeezing my hard dick, but part of my brain tells me when I get my nut, it's all over for a while. As it is, I can go as much as an hour without cumming and after a physical rest of a few minutes, am ready for another bout. "Marvelous!" she exclaimed, "So you're all about the woman's pleasure then?" "My old daddy told me Son, take care of the woman and somewhere along the way, you'll get taken care of too, and the lady will always ask you back." I've lived by those words since puberty. The woman ground herself hard on my pubic bone, rubbing her clit as she did. Her breath came in short gasps and she stiffened. I could feel her cunt rippling and milking my dick as her climax passed. She lay down on my chest, still impaled on my hard dick. Jill had ridden this woman's husband to its inevitable conclusion and both were wiping up the mess with a towel. The lady I had been with asked to excuse them so Jill and I went back into the interview room. Shortly, both came out and welcomed us both to the club. The manager asked if either of us had a problem watching the other make love to a stranger. We both laughed, saying why else would we join a swing club if it weren't for strangers -strange pussy and strange dick? The pair just smiled and asked us if we were up for anything. "Define anything," I asked? The man spoke first saying Jill was a remarkably avid and demonstrative lover and he thought their members would enjoy the time spent with her. Jill was beaming by this time. The guy's wife spoke up and said the women in the club were in for a treat being with me, as I had no hang-ups about sex in anyway. They both looked at each other, then the man spoke: "Would you, as a couple, like to help us with new member applicants? Many come in, mostly men with their wives and the man is all bullshit about 'yeah, we talked it over and we want something to spice up our life'. Generally, the hubby talks/coerces the wife into going along with the idea then one of two things usually happen. The wife goes bug-nuts seeing her hubby balls deep in another woman or the hubby goes green with jealousy. Either thinking the other may have found a replacement for them. What we'd like you to do is chat with them as a couple, then feel them out, find out what their real motivations are. If it looks like one is pushing the other to do it, it'll never work out and the last thing we need is a domestic quarrel in the middle of mass love making, don't you agree?" I could see that very thing happening, so after talking quietly to Jill, I told them yes, we'd be happy to chaperone the noobs. Our first club meeting was on the following Friday night and our hosts took us to the side and explained a few details they hadn't mentioned in the interview and we'd had no clue to ask about. "What we forgot was that every Friday and Saturday night we have a catered meal. Everyone is to remain clothed until the caterers leave. Eating is confined to the meeting room, which is more or less a huge pit in the middle of the house. Once people are seated and eating, I make club announcements. Afterwards, I also remind everyone to use the lockers in the long haul. Smoking is allowed, as long as people use the ashtrays. By the way, most often there are 90 to 120 couples here each weekend, so variety is just about boundless. New couples come with members they may or may not have partied with, so your job is to vet these noobs like we spoke about earlier. If they pass your criteria, escort them into the club, otherwise, notify one of us and we'll gather their hosts and tell them the new people just aren't ready for this. One thing I want to make perfectly clear...NO DRINKING, NO DOPE. If you see or suspect someone is under the influence, tell us and they are history. It's not hard for you to imagine the hassles and the trouble involved with members that are loaded. We run a quiet house and want to keep it that way." Wow! I was impressed. This was not your typical orgy. Jill and I couldn't wait to get started. Suffice to say, we both saw or participated in about anything two or more people could do together. If you can imagine sex without any sort of violence or jealousy, this was the place to be. Time to move along. Jill was still on again / off again in the sex department and if I had to hazard a guess, I think she was bipolar. Sadly, if you want to call it that, I was the only person who knew her secret...for a few more months. We'd received an invitation to Jill's stepsister's wedding. The couple decided on an open air affair in San Diego , followed by a reception on a huge paddle wheeler. Jill's older brother and sister attended also and Jill went into one of her depressions, RIGHT after seeing her aunt and uncle walk by. I'm a people watcher by habit and I watched the sister and brother closely as they noticed their relatives. Both faces went through an array of emotions, mostly fear and then anger. I leaned over to Jill and told her I think her secret could very possibly be her siblings' also. She just shivered and started crying. Noticing this, her brother and sister got very concerned. Deciding Jill would never broach the subject, I launched right into it. "Neither of you has to give me a yes or no answer, but how many years did your aunt and uncle molest you?" Even out in the park as we were, you could have heard a pin drop. Big sister looked at big brother and started crying and in a few minutes, both were hugging Jill and each other. "I thought I was the only one," said the brother. "They both told me I was the special one and it was a big dark secret that they'd never tell mom what a nasty girl I was." Jill got a really mean look and stood up. "What do you have in mind, hon?" I said. "This is something mom needs to know. She thinks the sun sets in both their asses" and off she marched in search of her mother, the other three of us close behind. Her mom liked me, probably considered me son material but this wasn't my story to tell, so I hung back, just in hearing range when they confronted her. Their mother asked a few questions of each in a tight voice then stomped off in search of her brother and his wife. We later learned she confronted them right in front of all the wedding guests, and of course, they denied everything. However, Jill's mom also told them there were now three witnesses to their little act. Go and never come around any of her family again or she'd go to the cops. A year later, we'd moved into a duplex and life was back to the old sexual roller coaster again. However, her fits of depression seemed to last longer as time went by. One afternoon, Jill was in her ON mood and I was eating her pussy for all I was worth. I knew she liked to have me lick her from asshole to clit, as this gave her the maximum feeling. I might mention we'd never tried anal sex to this point. 69 and vaginal sex was plenty. Jill gasped out that she needed something more - she wanted to be filled up. Not wanting to lose my source of pussy nectar, I slid a couple of fingers into her hot hole while nibbling on her clit. "More, I need more...please!" Being the considerate lover I am, I slid two more fingers into her slick cunt. She started hunching on my fingers, absolutely lathered up, so I bent my thumb into my palm. POP! My whole hand disappeared into her pussy. I unclenched and clenched my fist inside her, only pulling back and pushing in a couple of inches. Jill's head was rolling from side to side and she was babbling in some tongue known only to her. Jill rolled over on her hands and knees and I started to withdraw my hand. "No! Don't you fucking take it out!" Ok, I could do that - this was her rodeo after all. She rocked back on her knees, driving my fist further inside her and nearly breaking my wrist in the process. Struggling, she got to her feet and told me to put my elbow on the bed. Once in position, she squatted onto my hand, impaling herself to depths I thought would permanently damage her. During normal sex, she was tight, deliciously so, but I'd seen her take 12 inch dicks as easily as she'd taken mine. She'd also told me she'd had a total hysterectomy after the birth of her daughter. But still, I was concerned. After possibly two or three minutes of her squatting, she came like a fire hydrant, covering me and the sheets with her cum. She stood up and eased herself off my hand. By this time, I was rock hard and ready to rumble as Jill lay on the cum soaked bed on her stomach. I pushed a couple of fingers inside her wet pussy only to find it stretched to the point I would barely feel I was inside her. A thought struck me - she had another hole and one I'd never tried. Scooping her thick juices off the inside of her thighs, I rubbed it around her puckered little ring. Surprisingly, it was very soft and partly open, likely due to the intense climax she'd just survived. One finger, then two,...all the way to my hand. If she could do this without pain, then I planned to plow her bowels. As I said earlier, I'm long but somewhat thin. I slid into her like it was a custom made glove, just for me. After about a dozen slow strokes, from the tip of my dick right down to the balls, she rocked back on her elbows and knees, head down on the pillow. After a few dozen more, she started rocking backwards to meet my thrusts. Within a minute, she reached back and grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and pulled them wide apart, allowing me nearly another inch to put inside her warm channel. I let Jill do all the slamming, hanging onto her lower back when suddenly, she came. In all the time we'd been together, I'd never actually watched her pussy as she came. Now, all I had to do was rock back and watch it jet from her cunt. If I didn't know better, I could well have imagined she was peeing, instead of cumming. New Experiences This story is true! I was raised in a small town and if you live in one or grew up in one you can probably relate to this!! As an adolescent teen we drank and partied to till the sun came up, there wasn’t much else to do. I had boyfriends played my little games but sex was never that satisfying I mean shot gun sex gets old. Until I met J.C. my first year of college, I had decided to stay home and commute unlike my friends I hadn’t the urge to get the hell out of our town. My parents were often out of town for the weekends so after the parties died out I lead my new man back to my house. I was very experimental but never willing to actually do what I wanted to do. My best friend and I always got into some pretty hot conversations about our current flings. One particular night she said something that sparked my interest, she said she loved the way it felt when her guy plunged his well-lubed cock into her ass. J.C. must have been getting a little restless he returned to me and put his cold hands under my shirt and gently stuck his hands down the inside of my silk underwear. Wow talking with my friend about her latest experience was already making me wet now his hand was arched over my clit he began to gently rub. I threw my head back against him in appreciation. I knew it was time to return to my empty house. On the way home I lovingly sucked cock, it wasn’t huge but it was a nice seven inches erect. He moaned in appreciation I didn’t get him off I wanted to make him wait. We finally arrive in my driveway. I still had the thought of him getting me up the ass, I had wondered if would hurt, would it feel good, and would he even do it. I liked setting the mood I lit a candle and turned on my favorite CD, I liked heavier rock and it often quickened his thrust into me. We were standing there undressing each other and kissing. There we stood naked I could feel his hard cock pressing against my stomach. He laid me down onto the bed and began sucking on my tits like a little kid, he proceeded to kiss me and moving down. I was going crazy with anticipation he kissed my stomach and then he shoved his finger inside of me I wasn’t expecting it, but it was nice surprise I began rocking on his fingers. I loved it when he finger fucked me it never felt as good when I did it. He pulled his dripping wet fingers out and traced them across my lips. I knew what was coming and I couldn’t wait he began kissing my thighs and then there it was his warm tongue inside of my wet pussy he began lapping up my cum I knew he loved the taste of it. I arched my back so his tongue was directly on my clit he licked like crazy I then let go a moan and had my first orgasm of the night. I filled his mouth with cum and then he kissed me I could still taste my sweetness on his lips. He straddled me and pushed my legs both up to my chest and slowly entered me we never stayed in this position long I stood up and he stood behind me I loved it when he entered me from behind he could hit my clit while thrusting. I had a surprise for him though I could tell he was getting ready to get off and I knew my small town boy had never done what I had in mind so I was just going to find out if he was willing. I leaned forward causing his cock to slip outside of me I repositioned it right in front of my asshole which I was rubbing with my own juices and probing with my finger. I urged him to enter he was unsure but then I felt pressure on my asshole. It felt a little painful but his cock was soaked with my cum and began to slid in. He left out a moan the tightness on his cock must have felt amazing and began to quicken his thrust it felt great to and I was able to finger myself while he loving my asshole. I knew I was about to orgasm and as I did I could feel his cum fill my asshole. It was a great experience for both of us and I always bring him home after the parties. New Experiences First, let me start by saying that up until the events in this story, I was, by most accounts, a prude. I mean, sure, I had had lovers growing up, and I was by no means timid in bed. But I was raised by very stern parents who advised me that my body was mine and mine alone and I should only give it willingly to someone who loved me and treated me as I deserved to be treated. I took that advice to heart and have always been very selective in whom I let into my bed. As a result, more than one man has accused me of being a prude when I didn't open my legs for him just because he bought me dinner and a movie. And the thought of a one-night stand has always frightened me to the point that I had never had one. Then things changed for me... It all started innocently enough. My name is Candice and I am a 26-year-old brunette with red highlights. I am 5 foot 4 inches with 34C breasts and legs that go on forever. I have been blessed with my mother's figure and we have neither one had to work very hard at maintaining them. I do some moderate exercising, but I am not a fitness freak. I have always tried to keep my tummy tight, as I like wearing bikinis at the beach. My ass has varied in size over the years but has never really "gotten away" from me. I am currently dating a man with a good job and great hands. We had been intimate for about 2 months when the events I am about to share transpired. It was the end of last winter and the first warm days of spring were starting to make appearances. Randy and I decided that it would be nice to spend some time in the mountains watching nature awaken to the new season and started looking around for a cabin to rent for a week. After talking to some friends and making some calls, it became obvious to us that we either needed to invite some friends to share the expense, or we were going to have to stay in a tent and rough it. Not being the tent type, I suggested that we ask another couple to join us and get a nice place. Randy suggested that we invite Aaron and his wife Rachel along. Although I have known Aaron for years, I have only met Rachel a couple of times since they met and got married. I was hesitant to spend a week with a woman I barely knew (we can be bitches, after all), but Aaron and I had gone to university together and got along well, so with a little coaxing from Randy I agreed to extend the invitation. Aaron and Rachel thought it over for a couple days (Rachel probably thinking the same thoughts I had) and decided that if we could find the right place, then yes, they would love to join us for a week. We searched the Internet and found the perfect spot. It was a large, two-bedroom cabin with a full kitchen, big fireplace and a wrap around porch overlooking a lake with a dock and two canoes. We made the reservations and set out on our adventure two weeks later. We all rode up in Randy's car and Rachel and I sat in the back trying to get better acquainted. Rachel is a twenty-something blonde with a nice figure and a bubbly personality. I must admit, she fit the stereotype for a ditzy blonde to the tee. Aaron, on the other hand, is a very quiet man with a nice body and a brilliant mind. We had flirted in university but never did anything about it because he had a girlfriend back home that he was madly in love with. Turns out she was fucking everything with a dick while he was away trying to make something of himself so he could provide for her. Aaron was devastated when he found out and turned into a recluse, keeping himself occupied with his studies until he graduated second in our class and went on to get his Masters and is currently working on his PHD in chemical engineering. The ride to the cabin was enjoyable enough and I think Rachel and I both relaxed in the other's presence. I decided that it looked to be a nice week after all. After unpacking our things and taking a much-deserved nap (we started our drive at 4 a.m.), we all had a light snack and headed for the dock. Randy and I decided to try our hands at canoeing and pulled from the dock as Aaron and Rachel stretched out to get some late evening sun. Randy paddled the canoe around the lake as I relaxed. I removed my bikini top and slid my shorts high up on the my thighs to try and get some sun. The cool breeze moving across the water made my nipples harden, and Randy stopped paddling the canoe almost instantly. I opened my eyes and looked at him with a sly grin as I watched the bulge grow in his shorts. He smiled at me and used his thumb and forefinger to outline his now-hard cock trapped in his shorts. I giggled a little and asked him if he was going to be okay. He just smiled and slid his hand into his trunks. Liking the reaction I had gotten from him, I slowly pinched and twisted my nipples, hoping to get an even better response. He did not disappoint me as he slid his trunks down over his ass and let his hard cock spring free. I opened my legs and pulled my shorts to one side, showing him my pussy. Randy took his cock in his hands and slowly started stroking it. As I slid a finger along my slit, he stood to move towards me and WHOOOOOSH! The canoe tipped and we both ended up in the lake. The water was still very cold and the shock sent my body into a frantic struggle to get back into the boat. Randy held me with one arm as he tried to right the canoe. But no amount of effort was going to flip it back upright. So he helped me slide myself up onto the bottom of the boat and we headed for shore. As Randy swam beside the canoe, pulling me as we went, I attempted to get Aaron and Rachel's attention back on the dock. Finally, as we got near, I saw Aaron look up from where he was laying and spot us. He climbed into the other canoe and paddled out. He tossed me a line and towed me and the canoe, with Randy hanging on for dear life, back to the dock. Afraid my man may go into some kind of shock from the cold water, Aaron helped me get him to the cabin where we started a fire. Shaking and almost blue, Randy stripped from his wet trunks as I wrapped a blanket from our bed around him. I joined him under the blanket as Aaron got the fire going strong and Rachel brought us some coffee. I stripped and used my entire body to rub Randy and try to warm him up as quickly as possible. After a few minutes, the color returned to his skin and the rubbing started having a different effect. I felt him getting hard again under the blanket and couldn't help but giggle. He asked what was so funny and I broke into a full-fledged laugh. "How can you be getting a hardon when you almost froze to death?" "What the hell do you expect? Do you think I have forgotten about you playing with yourself in the canoe? If it hadn't tipped over, I would have this thing buried into you up to my balls right now!" Laughter filled the room and we both remembered that we were not alone in the cabin. My face turned three shades of red as I looked up and saw Aaron and Rachel standing not six feet away from us. Embarrassed, I pulled the blanket up over my head to hide. but that just made matters worse. I heard Rachel say "look, she is going to suck him off right here!" I threw the blanket back in a rush, hell bent on denying the accusation, but all I accomplished with that was to expose my naked body and Randy's raging hardon. "Damn!" Rachel exclaimed. "Look at the size of that thing! I don't blame you, Candice, if he was mine, I'd have my mouth permanently attached to that cock!" With that, I pulled the cover back up over myself and Randy with a "humph!" and turned away from the people in the room. "What's wrong Candice? Are you pissed?" asked Aaron. "I mean shit, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Damn, if I was him, I would have found a way to get to you out there on the water and I would be fucking you silly right now!" I couldn't believe my ears. Here we were in the middle of the woods with a married couple that were both talking about having sex with us if they could. I was shocked! I looked at Randy, who just shrugged in the typical guy way, and, with courage I did not know I possessed, tossed off the blanket and waited for the reaction. "WooHoo! You go girl!" Rachel exclaimed. "Let's see it all! Don't hold anything back!" With that I stood and slowly turned, sticking my ass out for maximum affect. Randy's jaw dropped in shock as I lifted my hands up to my breasts and cupped them, continuing to turn as if on a pedestal. Clapping broke the silence as Aaron showed his approval. I suddenly realized what I was doing and shyly covered myself. I could not believe I had just done that. I ran into the bedroom, scared and shocked. Randy followed close behind, taking me in his arms as I began to sob. "Candice, what's wrong? Why are you crying? That was the most amazing thing I have ever seen! What you just did out there got me so hard it hurts. Aaron and Rachel are making out on the couch like there's no tomorrow. You have nothing to be ashamed about. I am so very very proud of you! That took a tremendous amount of courage." "I can't believe I did that. That is not like me at all, and you know it!" "Maybe that's what has me so turned on. Look at this cock! It's solid as a rock!" I must admit it; Randy was as hard as I have ever seen anyone. And the thought that what I had done, my little performance, had gotten him that way was a major turn on for me as well. I reached for him and pulled him close to me. His hard cock pressed against my stomach as he brought his lips to mine. We kissed passionately, forcefully, our tongues dueling in our mouths as I reached between us and stroked his cock. What Rachel had said about him came back into my mind. I broke our kiss and slowly slid my tongue down Randy's chest, leaving a trail of moisture on his body as I brought my face to his groin. With lust and abandon I engulfed his cock, taking him deep into my throat, feeling the veins of his cock slide past my lips as I swallowed him. I wrapped one hand around his waist, gripping his ass and pulling him hard into me. My tongue worked the underside of his shaft. His hands moved to my head as he began to fuck my mouth. With my other hand I reached between his legs, cupping his balls as he slammed his cock into my face, his chest hitting my forehead as I gorged myself on his meat. The feeling was incredible as he used my mouth, fucking me with abandon. I felt his cock swell and knew he was about to cum. I pulled my mouth up until just the tip remained inside of me as the first shot of his hot cum erupted. His fingers tightened in my hair, twisting as cum filled my mouth. I sucked eagerly, draining his cock, my fingers squeezing the length, forcing the thick liquid from his shaft. I looked up at him, our eyes meeting as his orgasm slowed. With great care, I pulled my mouth from his cock, his cum dripping from the edges of my lips. I opened my mouth, letting him see the pool of white sticky cum. I put a finger in my mouth and withdrew it, pulling a string of his seed from my lips. I smeared the hot goo on my breasts as I watched his reaction. Satisfied with the effect, I closed my mouth and swallowed my prize. A moan escaped his lips as he watched me. I stood up and leaned into him, bringing my cum covered lips to his, letting him taste himself as we kissed passionately. We collapsed on the bed, both of our bodies heaving with every breath. Once I regained my composure, I went into the adjoining bathroom and washed the remaining cum from my chest. Randy continued to lay there, his cock shiny with cum and saliva, the sweat starting to evaporate from his body. I put on a fresh set of clothes and left the bedroom. As I walked through the cabin, the unmistakable sounds of sex filled my ears. I gingerly moved to the end of the hall and peeked into the living room. There on the couch, I could see Aaron shoving his cock into Rachel from behind, his fingers digging into her ass as he pummeled her pussy. I watched as he reached and took a handful of her hair into his hands, bending her head back as he fucked her harder and harder. My timing could not have been better, as I heard him tell her that he was almost there. With that, she pulled from his cock and turned on him. She brought her mouth to his groin and took him deep into her throat. Although I was partially hidden standing in the hall, I was sure Rachel was looking at me as Aaron shot his load into her mouth. His body shuddering as she swallowed him deep. I took a step back into the shadows and tried to compose myself. I could not believe what an effect watching two people fuck had had on me. My pussy was aching to be filled with cock. I returned to the bedroom intent on getting some dick. I opened the door to the disappointing sound of snoring. Just like a man, I thought as sat on the bed with a sigh. Not to be left high and dry, I slid my shorts off and started to rub my pussy. I have masturbated many many times in my life, but never have I used so much force and determination on my clit and pussy. I rubbed hard and fast, not caring about the slow ascent to the climax. I needed to cum and I needed to cum right then. My head started thrashing from side to side as I reached my peak, my back arching as I pushed three fingers deep into my cunt. My legs bent at the knees, lifting my ass high into the air as wave after wave crashed through my body. I felt my juices gush from me as I came like I had never cum before. I started bucking on the bed, as my body convulsed in orgasm after orgasm. I was just starting to come down from the heights of orgasm when I heard the door creak. I froze, and then quickly removed my hands from my sopping pussy as I looked to the door to see who was there. No one greeted my gaze. At first I was confused, as I was sure I had heard the door creak, then it hit me: the sound did not come from someone entering the room, but rather from someone leaving. I had been watched as I finger fucked myself. Either Aaron or Rachel had seen me bring myself off like I had never done before. I lay on the bed beside my still-sleeping boyfriend and gathered my thoughts. I had been watched. Someone had seen. At first I felt betrayed, but then I realized that it was nothing that I had not done myself just minutes before. I had watched. I had seen. With a sly grin that was a surprise to me, I snuggled up against Randy and drifted off to sleep. That night Randy and I made love two more times before we both finally gave in and slept soundly until morning. It was the light from the sun penetrating through the flimsy curtains that woke me the next day. I went to the bathroom and took a much-needed shower and brushed my teeth. When I stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around me, I was shocked to find Randy gone and Rachel sitting on the bed in his place. "Where's Randy?" I asked. "He and Aaron went to the dock to try their hand at fishing. Aaron found some rods in the closet and dug up some worms this morning before you two sleepy heads got up. He has been chomping at the bit to go fishing, so as soon as he heard the shower turn on he came and got Randy." "Damn, I can't believe he didn't take a shower this morning. I mean I know we're in the woods, but after last night, well... I think he needs to wash off." "Nah," Rachel said. "I got a good whiff of him when he walked by me this morning and I thought he smelled pretty good. Smelled like a fresh fuck." She giggled as she said this and I couldn't help but laugh a little myself. "Well, we did have a good time last night" I replied. "Oh I'm sure you did. Especially after the little show you put on." "Listen, about that, I have never done anything like that before." "That's a shame," she said. "I was hoping it was in your nature to do that on a regular basis. I know it did wonders for Aaron and I. Last night we fucked like wild dogs. And although it was me that he was with, it wouldn't surprise me if it was your gorgeous body that he was thinking about." " Stop that!" I said. "Me and Aaron have known each other for years and there has never been anything between us." "Too bad," she sighed. "I was hoping we could share notes on him. Maybe I could learn something about him I don't know, something that turns him on that he has ever told me about. Possibly even double up on him." I was shocked at the last statement. "What do you mean 'double up' on him?" "You know, you fuck while I suck, or visa versa." "Rachel, you're kidding, right?" "No, I've shared him before and its always been magnificent!" "You mean you two are swingers?" "From day one. We met at a party thrown by some mutual friends. I fucked him twice before I even knew his name!" I was flabbergasted! Never would I have imagined that Aaron would be into that sort of thing. It took me a few minutes to gather my thoughts. I could tell that Rachel was enjoying the moment. "Have you ever tasted pussy?" she asked, totally out of the blue. "No! I have never been with a woman and I have no plans to be!" "I don't mean to make you upset Rachel. It's just that with all that happened last night, when you watched me and Aaron fucking on the couch, then later, after watching you finger yourself, I guess I just thought you were into voyeurism and things of that nature. I don't want you to be uncomfortable around us." "So you watched me last night? You watched me cum?" "Of course I did. No way was I going to pass up an invitation like that!" "What invitation?" "When you were watching us fuck, then you went to your room and left the door open. I mean, at first I thought we were going to get to watch you and Randy fuck. But when we got to the door and it was you laying here on this bed with your fingers buried in your pussy, we realized that watching you masturbate was even better." "What do you mean 'we'? Was Aaron with you? Did he see me too?" "Of course he did! His cock was hard as a rock! I thought he was going to shoot another load right there on the spot! He dragged me to our room before you were even finished and fucked me like there was no tomorrow." I felt my legs give out from under me as I slowly slumped to the floor. I couldn't believe it. Aaron had watched me finger myself. Of all the people in the world! Aaron! I drew my knees up to my chest and buried my face between them. I didn't know what to think. The sound of Rachel clearing her throat brought me back to reality. I looked up at her sitting on the bed. She was smiling at me. With a little nod of her head she brought it to my attention that sitting in the position I was in, with only a towel wrapped around me, my crotch was open for the world to see. "Oh screw it!" I said. "It's not like you haven't already seen it." "True" she said. "Candice, please understand. We have a wonderful marriage. We love each other with all our hearts. But we neither one feel that sex has to include love. Sex can be a purely physical thing. And in lots of ways, it's much more satisfying when it is. Making love is what we do to each other. But fucking is something we do to others. Not that we don't give each other a good fuck every now and then. I mean last night was a good, solid fucking. And watching you, well, that was a mind fuck like none I have ever had before. I have never seen a woman have an orgasm as strong as that one you had. And believe me, I've seen a lot of women have orgasms!" "You have?" I asked. "Of course! Some from a distance like yours. But most from a whole hell of a lot closer!" "You have sex with women?" "Some of the best. No one can eat pussy like a woman. No man can do what a woman can do with her tongue. Think about it. Who else but another woman can know where all the right buttons are and when to press them? I mean, don't get me wrong, some men can eat a mean pussy. But a woman is still better at it for the most part." New Experiences Upon hearing this, I unconsciously closed my legs and pulled the towel in a little tighter. Rachel laughed as she watched me cover up. "Don't worry Candice, I'm not going to rape you," she said, laughing. "But I must admit, other than a little too much hair, you do have a delicious-looking pussy!" "What do you mean too much hair?" "Well, I just find that a shaved or well-trimmed pussy is much better for licking. No hairs to spit out or push out of the way. The same goes for cocks and balls. That's why Aaron keeps his cock and balls shaved." "He shaves himself?" "Sure does. I told him that the less hair it has, the more sucking I would be doing. The next day it was as slick as a ribbon. It's the same for me. I keep my pussy shaved at all times." "Can I see it?" The words escaped my lips before I could stop them. "You seen it last night," Rachel said. "But I didn't notice. I mean, he was inside you and it was from behind. I didn't notice that you or Aaron were shaved." "Okay," was all Rachel said as she stood up and slid her shorts down her legs. I found myself scooting across the floor to get a better look. She kicked her shorts off her legs and set back down on the bed. She parted her knees to give me an unobstructed view of her pussy as I moved in a little closer. I was amazed at the detail that could be seen without any hair. I had examined my own pussy many times in the mirror, but had never seen anything like what was in front of me. Everything just seemed to jump out at me. The lips, the hood of her clit, everything was so evident. Without thinking, I reached to touch her. I gently caressed her mound, feeling the soft pliable flesh under my fingertips. I used my thumb and forefinger to part her lips, to examine the pink of her fleshy insides. I was brought back to reality when a slight moan escaped her lips. "Sorry," I said as I drew my hand away. "No no, don't be sorry. It was nice when you touched me." "But it was not meant to be sexual in nature. I was just curious." "I know you didn't mean for it to be sexual, but in my mind, it was very sexual. I'm sorry if that bothers you." "No, it doesn't bother me. At least I don't think it does. I'm kinda overwhelmed by all of this to tell you the truth." "Well, tell me what you're feeling now. What's going through your mind?" I thought about the question for a minute. My head lowered as I whispered my response. "I think your pussy is beautiful. I've never seen anything like it. I want to touch it again." A smile spread across Rachel's face as she reached down and took my hand. She stood, pulling me to my feet with her. Slowly she pulled me a little closer. "I would like that very much. I would like for you to explore me. I want you to touch me all over." With that she pulled me down to the bed, scooting herself back as she opened her legs for me. I lowered myself down in front of her so that I was lying on my stomach with my face between her legs. Rachel spread her thighs wider as I moved my face still closer to her bald pussy. I could smell her aroma as I began to examine her. I opened her lips with my fingers. I was mesmerized at the smoothness of her cunt, the color of her pussy as it slowly became engorged with blood. Her pussy was absolutely stunning. I rubbed her lips between my fingers as soft moans escaped her. Without thinking, I lowered my mouth to her pussy and got my first taste of another woman. Rachel slid her knees up, further opening herself to me. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, pulling her open as wide as I could. I let my tongue move across her pussy, and her body twitched as I slowly began to lick her. Figuring that there was no turning back now, I pushed my tongue deep into her pussy, fucking her with my mouth. I felt her hands in my hair as I sucked on her cunt, letting my lips and tongue work her. I thought about all the times that I had had my pussy eaten, all the things that had been done to me that made me cum. I slowly slid my hand up under her ass and between her legs. I pushed a finger into her cunt and began to use it like a cock, thrusting it in as far as I could. I put in another finger, then another, stretching her pussy lips open wide as I licked her clit and sucked her pussy. The juices began to flow as I worked her. She lifted her ass higher, pushing herself into my face as I fucked her with my fingers and tongue. She tasted much different than I do, her pussy juices having a much stronger taste. I relished in the excitement as I ate my first pussy. She grabbed my hair and pulled me tight against her crotch, her thighs gripping the side of my head as she reached orgasm. I felt a sudden flow of juices as her body responded to my actions. She screamed as I sucked hard on her clit, drawing it into my mouth. My tongue continued to frantically flick her little bud as she climaxed. Never in my life had I imagined that another woman could turn me on the way she was. My own pussy was sopping as she filled my mouth and covered my face with her juice. She actually flowed heavily into my mouth, literally gushing cum as she reached the peak of her orgasm. I was stunned at the amount of liquid that flowed from her pussy when she came. I pulled my face from between her legs and looked up at her. She had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily, her breasts heaving as she slowly came back down to Earth. I crawled up her body, letting my towel slide off of me as I did. My body reacted with a tingle as it touched hers. My breasts rubbed against Rachel's as I brought my lips to meet hers. She opened her mouth and I felt her tongue touch mine. We kissed with passion and heat, her juices being shared between us. She rolled me onto my back and lifted herself up onto her elbows, her hair cascading down around my face. "Well?" she asked "Well what?" "Well, how was your first taste of another woman?" "Wonderful, unbelievable, absolutely fucking amazing!" I exclaimed. "Would you like me to taste you now?" Rachel asked. "Of course I would. But first I want to shave my pussy bald like yours." "Can I do it for you?" "Would you?" I asked. "Of course. I would love to shave you!" With that we moved to the bathroom. I just kind of stood there like a lost child as Rachel proceeded to dig through Randy's stuff. With a satisfied "aha!" she brought out his shaving cream and razor. Following her instructions, I climbed up onto the sink basin and spread my legs for her. It felt odd, sitting there with my legs spread in front of another woman, but I knew that this is what I wanted. With great care, she spread the cream between my legs. It was cold and at first uncomfortable, but as she rubbed it into my skin, a tingle began to move through me. I watched in avid fascination as she worked the shaving cream around my pussy and down the crack of my ass. I pulled my ass cheeks apart to allow her better access and leaned my head back. It took about ten minutes for her to complete the task and I was a little disappointed at how clinical the whole procedure was. Rachel was very thorough in her shaving. When I took the hand mirror and examined her work, I was amazed at the difference it made in my pussy. There I was in all my glory, shaved bald as the day I was born. My cunt gleamed under the bright bathroom lights. I probed and prodded, moving my pussy lips from side to side. I lifted my ass and looked between the cheeks. Nowhere could I find a single trace of what had once been. Rachel helped me down off of the sink and told me to pee in case some hairs had made their way up inside of me. I took her advice and used the toilet while she cleaned Randy's razor and put everything back where it belonged. After finishing up, we moved back into the bedroom. She suggested that I not tell Randy about my new bald pussy and let him discover it on his own. We laughed as we mimicked the expressions that we knew he would make. As the laughter died down, calmness overcame us as Rachel stepped up to me. She took my face in her hands and brought her lips to mine. We kissed slowly, our tongues dancing with one another. Her hands slid down my back and gently cupped my ass. I felt her urging me towards the bed and I offered no resistance. I climbed up onto the bed and she followed. We resumed our kiss as her hands wondered over my body, never lingering in one place too long. She explored every inch of my skin. As I felt her getting closer to my pussy, I parted my legs for her. Rachel slid her hands between my thighs and over my mound. I literally gasped as I felt her touch me. Unlike the touching while shaving me, this touch was a very sensual one. She removed her mouth from mine and slowly kissed her way to my breasts. She took first one nipple and then the other in her mouth, pulling and teasing with her teeth. My back arched as she preceded lower, her breath on my stomach sending tingles down my spine. Changing positions, she moved between my legs. I opened myself for her, desperately wanting to feel her tongue in my freshly shaved pussy. Never in my wildest dreams had anyone eaten my pussy like Rachel did that morning. Her fingers and tongue worked magic on me. The sensations on my bare skin overwhelmed me as orgasm after orgasm burst from my body. I used muscles I did not know I had as I writhed from her actions. She used my pussy like it has never been used before. Spent and exhausted, we lay in each other's arms for what seemed like hours. Finally, Rachel climbed from the bed and began to get dressed. I watched her with avid fascination. Her body was so perfect, her skin flawless. She must have felt my eyes on her, as she turned to look at me. Smiling, she lowered her face back down to mine and kissed me one last time before she left the room. I lay on the bed for another ten minutes or so before I got up. Deciding against another shower, I got dressed in a bikini top and a pair of silk running shorts and made my way outside. I stood on the porch with a cold beer and looked out over the lake. I could see the guys out in the canoe fishing, but Rachel was nowhere to be seen. I scanned the grounds surrounding the cabin and still did not see her. As I moved around the porch to the other side of the house, I finally caught a glimpse of her at the waters edge. She was spreading a blanket out in a sunny spot, and I watched as she removed her clothes and lay down to catch some rays. It wasn't long before the guys saw her and started heading in her direction. I watched with great interest to see Randy's reaction to the nude Rachel spread out before him. As the canoe got closer, I could tell the moment Randy realized that Rachel was naked. Then I could tell the exact second that he realized that her pussy was shaved bald. A laugh overcame me as I watched the antics of the two guys trying to get out of the canoe at the waters edge. Rachel propped herself up on her elbows and said something to Randy as they approached her. I saw him shrug his shoulders as non-chalantly as he could muster. I knew right then that Rachel had asked him if he was uncomfortable with her nudity, and he of course had said 'no'. I continued to watch as the guys unloaded the canoe and tied it to a tree. Randy looked up to the house and saw me watching him. Embarrassed, he said something to the other couple and headed in my direction. Deciding to play it for all that it was worth, I acted like I was pissed, throwing the now empty beer bottle to the ground and storming into the house. I watched through the window as Randy broke into a run, knowing that if I were pissed, there would be hell to pay. I went into the kitchen and thought about how I was going to play this out. I had just formulated my plan when the cabin door burst open and Randy came in calling my name. "Over here," I said as he headed for the bedroom. He stopped dead in his tracks and turned towards me. I had my arms crossed over my chest and a very angry look in my face. "Did you like what you saw?" I asked. "What do you mean?" "Don't play stupid with me Randy, I saw you staring at her. Did you like what you saw?" "Well shit, Candice! You can't be mad at me for looking. I mean damn, she is a good-looking woman. Do you expect me to cover my eyes like a little school boy and run from her?" "No! But you don't have to stand there and gawk either!" "She's shaved bald, Candice! I have never seen a shaved pussy up close before. I guess that just kinda got my attention and held it there. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you." "What do you mean she's bald? Her pussy? No hair on it at all?" "None that I cold see. Of course, it's not like I asked her to show it to me or anything. Her legs were together. I didn't see between them. But from what I could tell, yeah, she's bald." "Well, I guess I can't blame you for being interested. Did you like the way it looked?" "To tell you the truth, yes, I thought it was awesome!" With that I started to move toward him. Randy was obviously a little unsure as to whether he should reach for me or run. I gave my reassurance by putting my arms out to him. I pulled him in tight to me and kissed him. I held his face in my hands as we kissed. "Take me!" I said. "Let's go to the bedroom," Randy urged. "No. Here. Now," I replied. "But what about..." "I don't care about them. I want you right here and right now!" With that said, I lowered myself to the floor, my eyes urging Randy to join me. He dropped to his knees and crawled to me. He slowly kissed his way up my thighs, across my shorts and up my tummy. I reached behind my back and untied my bikini top. Randy slid it off of my breasts and lowered his mouth. With great care and tenderness he took a nipple into his mouth. Not wanting to be made love too, I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him into my body. "I want it hard and fast today! Not soft and gentle! Fuck me Randy! Make me scream! I want to feel you cock buried inside me! Fuck me now, godammit!" He lifted his face from my chest, a look of bewilderment in his eyes. That look was quickly replaced with an evil grin as he realized that he was going to get to give me a good hard fucking. "Take your cock out. Feed it to me! Fuck my mouth and then shove it into my cunt!" I demanded. "Do it, godammit! Fuck me!" I was amazed at the heat in my loins as I said these things. Randy quickly rose up and pulled his shorts off. His hard cock was sticking straight out. Positioning himself over me, he pushed his cock down to my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him into me, taking his cock deep. He straddled me, leaning over my head as he began to fuck my mouth. With great force he thrust his shaft into my throat repeatedly. His balls slapped against my chin with every stroke. I dug my fingers into his ass cheeks as he assaulted my mouth with his cock. Never in my life have I had a dick fuck my mouth so hard and fast. My body began to undulate under him. My hips lifted and moved from side to side as my juices started to saturate the silk of my running shorts. I moved my hands to the front of his thighs and pushed him from my face. "Fuck me Randy! Put this hard, delicious cock in my pussy and fill me with it. I want you to fuck me like you have never fucked before! I want your cum to explode inside of me!" He reached for the hem of my shorts and pulled them down. He stopped dead when he saw my shaved pussy. "Candice! Oh my God! When did you do this?" "Don't worry about when it was done. Just put your cock in it and fuck me!" "Hell yeah!" he replied as he moved his cock into position. I opened my legs wide for him as pushed into me. The feeling of his rock-hard cock sliding into my bald pussy was overwhelming as his first thrust filled me. My pussy immediately exploded with juice as an orgasm hit me. Never before have I came the instant a man entered me. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he started stabbing my pussy with his cock. Over and over again he fucked me. My body shuddered with orgasm after orgasm as Randy fucked me hard and fast. I lifted my ass to meet his thrusts as he continued to pound my pussy. Our eyes locked as his cock continued to fill me. My fingers dug into his back, scratching and digging his skin as we fucked. "Fuck me, Randy! Drive it deep! Give it to me! I want your cum inside of me! Do it, do it!" "Damn, baby! Oh my God! Your pussy feels to hot and wet!" I squeezed his cock with my pussy as tight as I could, wanting to feel it, to have it inside me forever. "Do you like my bald pussy Randy? Do you like the way it feels on your cock? Do you like the way it looks?" "Fuck, Candice! Oh my god, yes! I can't believe you shaved your pussy. Oh my god, this feels so good." "I didn't shave it Randy," I said. "Rachel shaved it for me just before she ate me out this morning." That was all it took. Randy's cock swelled to mammoth proportions as his cum exploded inside me. Not a word was said as load after load of his hot cum filled my pussy. His cock twitched and throbbed inside me as he emptied his balls into my cunt. I could feel the thick liquid overflowing my pussy, the hot cum squeezing from around his still thrusting shaft and making its way down my crack. My body welcomed the fluid with wild abandon as I continued to squeeze him. His thrusts slowed as the last of his cum was forced from his rod. With a very sloppy sound, he withdrew his cock from me. The cool mountain air hit my cleanly shaven snatch as he sat up on his knees. I collapsed backwards, my breath coming in gasps as my mind slowly cleared. I lifted my head and looked down my body at Randy. He was looking at my pussy, watching the cum ooze its way out of me. Without any hair to impede its flow, I could feel the cum as it flowed steadily out of me. I clenched my muscles to expel even more cum for his viewing pleasure. Randy lowered his face to my sopping pussy and, without any hesitation, proceeded to lick me. Slurping sounds filled the room as Randy drew the mixture into his mouth. I reached down and opened myself wide for him. His tongue explored me as he sucked on my cunt. Tingles moved through my body as he lapped the juices from between my legs. Randy raised his head and looked at me. Cum covered his mouth and nose. Pure joy filled his eyes as he ran his tongue around his lips. I raised my hips again, urging him to eat my swollen pussy some more. He obliged and resumed his attention on my cunt. I was in heaven! Without warning, another orgasm exploded from my body. More fluids gushed forth and Randy sucked it all from me. I started to rub my bare pussy, exploring myself. I had never felt the electricity I was feeling at that moment. Randy sat back and watched in awe as I brought myself off again, my ass bucking into the air as another wave moved through my body. Each time my ass hit the floor, I could hear slapping sounds from all the cum puddling under me. My entire body ached from the intensity. The muscles in my stomach started to hurt from the overwhelming orgasms. Randy reached under my ass and lifted my pussy higher into the air. With vigor he licked at me, letting his tongue trail down from my pussy towards my asshole. He opened my cheeks wide and probed at my tiny hole. No one had ever shown attention to this part of my body. I felt his tongue pressing against my asshole and I welcomed it. I reached under myself and to help him to hold my ass cheeks apart, and soon another wave hit me as his tongue penetrated my ass. I pressed my body into his face, wanting his tongue deep inside of me. Randy drove his face tight against my ass cheeks, pushing his tongue as deep as it would go. He continued to fuck my ass with his tongue for several minutes. The feeling was so intense that I once again started to reach the point of orgasm. I grabbed at my breasts and pulled my nipples hard, tugging on them as I felt his tongue stabbing in and out of my ass. A massive orgasm hit me and hit me hard. My body starting shaking and screams of pleasure filled the cabin as my pussy once again released another load of juice. Randy pulled his tongue from my ass and assaulted my pussy with his mouth. The feeling was too much. I reached down and had to force him to withdraw from me. I simply could not take anymore. New Experiences Randy sat back and watched as I gasped for air. My vision blurred and the room started to spin. I rolled over onto my side and reached between my legs. I applied pressure to my cunt to ease the spasms that were moving through me. It seemed to take several minutes to regain my composure. I rolled back over and propped myself up on my elbows. My stomach was still twitching from the exertion my body had used in the last few minutes. I looked at Randy and smiled. He was sitting cross-legged watching me, his cock hard and standing at full attention. I waved him off and told him that there was no way I could handle more. "No" I said. "I have to rest a few minutes" "But baby, I am so hard again. Are you sure you don't want this big cock?" "I'm positive," I said. "My pussy is aching and there is no way I am up for anymore just yet." "Okay, I understand," Randy replied. "I must admit, that was the most erotic thing I have ever seen. And when you told me that Rachel shaved you and then ate your pussy, I couldn't help but cum. What made you think of saying that?" "It's the truth," I answered. With that, Randy grabbed his dick and rolled onto his back. "You mean to tell me that you and Rachel had sex this morning?" "Yes." "I didn't know you were into girls." "Neither did I." "Damn!" Randy said as he started to slowly stroke his cock. "What was it like?" "I really can't describe it. It was awesome!" "Come on! Tell me about it! Please!" he implored. "Can it wait a while?" I asked. "I mean, right now I just want to catch my breath and level off a bit." "What am I supposed to do with this?" Randy asked as he pointed to his raging boner. "I can take care of that for you!" a voice answered. We both turned to see Rachel and Aaron standing at the door. Randy instinctively covered himself with his hands. Rachel and Aaron broke into laughter. "No need, my man," Aaron said. "We have been standing here watching you two fuck for ten minutes. And I must say, you put on one hell of a show! And Candice, my God! If I had of seen something like that 6 years ago, I would have never let you out of my dorm room." I rolled over onto my stomach and propped myself up on my elbows. The thought that I might get to see some action while I recovered intrigued the hell out of me. And the thought that maybe once I got my breath back I would in the middle of it all was having an amazing effect on my pussy. I looked back over my shoulder at Randy who was just sitting there dumbfounded. "Well?" I asked. "Well what?" Randy replied. "I think there was an offer tendered for some relief for your condition." "What are you saying Candice? You want me to fuck her?" "It's entirely up to you, honey. But I want you to know that it won't make me mad or anything. I think watching you fuck her would be a major turn-on. There is one condition, of course." "What's that?" he asked, between taking down huge gulps of air. "If at anytime I feel like joining in, or maybe starting something with Aaron, you will be cool with it." "Deal!" Randy exclaimed. As if on cue, Rachel walked over to where Randy was. He started to get up but she motioned for him to stay where he was. Slowly she spread her legs in front of him, letting him look up at her bald pussy. "Can you see how wet I am, Randy? Can you see what watching you and Candice fuck has done to me?" she asked, as she slowly slid her fingers down to her pussy. "I want you to fill this with your cock. I want you to fuck me hard and fast. I like it rough and I want you to use my body for your satisfaction. Fuck me, Randy. Fuck me and fuck me now!" Randy reached up and grabbed her around the hips, pulling her pussy to his face. He started to lick at her when she pulled away form him. "No, Randy! I said fuck me! Get that hard cock of yours and shove into my cunt as hard and deep as you can. Take me and fill me!" Randy pulled her down to the floor with him. I slid back and pulled myself up onto the couch. Aaron joined me as we both watched our lovers maneuvering for the attack. Rachel got down on her hands and knees in front of my boyfriend and stuck her ass out to him. "Put that big thing in me, I want to feel you stretching my pussy wide with it. Make it hurt! Use my cunt! Fuck me!" Randy grabbed her ass and lined his cock up. With one thrust he buried himself into her pussy, driving his cock up to his balls. Rachel screamed with pleasure as she was filled with meat. He wasted no time in starting his rhythm. He quickly withdrew and thrust back in. She pushed back into him, meeting each of his forward thrusts with an equally strong rearward push. The sounds and smells of fucking filled the air as Randy pounded his cock into her. She lowered her head and rested it on her forearms as my boyfriend continued to drive his cock deep into her cunt. Their violent actions were actually propelling them forward across the floor. I had never seen such a look on Randy's face as he fucked Rachel for all he was worth. As I watched, I felt my own tender and sore pussy begin to get wet again. Heat was building between my legs as my man fucked another woman in front of me. Aaron stood up and moved around the side of the two to get a better view of the action. I instinctively followed him. The two of us got on our knees, leaning over Rachel's ass watching Randy's cock invade her. I was mesmerized by what I was witnessing. Randy's cock, slick with juice, was driving deep into her cunt. The lips of her pussy stretched around his shaft, squeezing him. The liquid from their bodies that had been gathering around the base of Randy's cock was starting to drip down onto his balls. Without thinking, I lowered myself down under Rachel and opened my mouth, catching the pearly goo as it dripped. The view from below was even better than from above as I continued watching my boyfriend fuck Rachel. The skin of her shaved cunt positively glowed with the heat that was being generated. "Oh god, yes! Fuck me hard!" she exclaimed. I lifted my mouth and licked at her cunt. Randy's balls slapped against my head as he shoved his cock into her pussy. I felt my legs being moved around and then I was completely under Rachel. Without warning, her mouth was on my still enflamed pussy. The sensation was incredible as we 69ed while Randy fucked her. I gripped her head tightly between my thighs as I felt her tongue enter me. My ass muscles clenched as she attacked my pussy with vigor. I continued lapping at her cunt until I heard the familiar grunts coming from Randy. I knew that he was about to blow his load deep inside of her. I pulled my face from her pussy and watched as Randy's cock swelled. I could actually see the movement of cum on the underside of his cock as he shot his seed. His cock pulsated as he began filling her. Within seconds, his cum started leaking out from around his shaft. I eagerly sucked and licked, trying desperately to get all of the excess liquid that was escaping Rachel's cunt. As his movements slowed, I reached up and pulled his cock from her. I took him deep into my mouth and sucked for all that I was worth. Rachel collapsed on top of me, her mouth never leaving my steaming cunt as my man's cock filled my mouth. I could feel the cum leaking from Rachel's pussy starting to pool on my chest. I used both hands to wipe it up and smear it on Randy's cock. Taking him back into my mouth, tasting the mixture of cum, I sucked and sucked, never letting up as he leaned over Rachel and I. Slowly, his cock began to shrink and I reluctantly let him slide from my mouth. Rachel rolled off of me, breathing heavily by my side. I lay there in total gratification. My eyes closed as I relished in the experience. All that could be heard in the cabin was the heavy breathing of Rachel, Randy and I. I was brought back to reality when Aaron started clapping. We all began to laugh as it dawned on the rest of us that Aaron had been left out. I rose up on my elbows, ready to express my pity on him when I noticed the cum on his cock and chest. While the three of us had been fucking our brains out, Aaron had stroked himself until he shot his cum all over the place. I flopped back down on my back, all pity gone. "I'm glad you managed to get off too Aaron. I don't have to feel sorry for you." "Oh, but you do, Candice. I may have came, but I'm still not satisfied. And as soon as you catch your breath, I'm gonna fuck you like I should have done six years ago!" "Well, as wonderful as that sounds, you may have to wait a little longer than you want. My pussy is so sore right now that I don't think I'll be able to fuck for a while. Besides, I haven't eaten anything - well, no food anyways - all day. I'm starved!" I replied. "Okay," Aaron sighed. "I can accept that. But be warned, as soon as I get a chance, I'm gonna bury my cock in that sweet pussy of yours!" "Sounds like a plan I can accept!" Slowly but surely, life began to seep back into the cabin. Randy and I went to our room to clean up before grabbing something to eat. Aaron and Rachel went out onto the porch to have a beer and said to call for them when we were ready to fix some food. After showering and getting dressed, we went to the kitchen to see what kind of grub we had on hand. It looked like it was gonna be hamburgers on the grill, which was fine with the four of us. Rachel and I sat on the steps to the porch drinking beer as the guys cooked the burgers. We all ate like we hadn't had a meal in a month. After lunch, as we sat around smoking a joint, I got the giggles. "What is so damn funny?" Aaron asked. "I can't believe that in less than 24 hours, I have had my pussy shaved, tasted another female for the first time, fucked like a mad woman in front of one of my oldest friends and his wife, had my ass tongue-fucked, and to top it all off, I must have came at least 20 times. I just can't believe it!" "It's not over yet by any means," Rachel replied. "We're here for five more days and I plan on doing nothing but fucking! I want a cock in both my holes and a pussy in my face before the night is out! And that is just the beginning!" My jaw dropped as Rachel made her statement. "You want a cock in your ass and pussy at the same time?" I asked. "Oh my god, girl! You haven't lived until you have had both holes filled at once!" "I've never had a cock in my ass at all, let alone while one was in my pussy," I proclaimed. "You've never been fucked in the ass?" Aaron asked, a look of disbelief in his eyes. "Nope. As a matter of fact, until Randy put his tongue in there today, nothing has ever gone up my ass. I have always thought it would be too painful." "Girl, you don't know what you have been missing!" Rachel exclaimed. "I think that could apply to a lot of things in my life up until now." "Well, we will have to fix that right away." Aaron replied. "I mean, I'm more than willing to give you a good ass-fucking right here and now!" Randy reached over and took my arm. I turned and looked at him. "If anyone is gonna be giving you your first anal experience, I think it should be me." "I agree," said Rachel. "He is her boyfriend, after all. Besides sweetie, you can give me a good butt-fucking while they are doing it. Maybe we can kind of coach them along. It does take some getting used to, ya know. I suggest we smoke another joint and get good and relaxed. If Candice is going to do anal for the first time, it is not something to be rushed into with apprehension. Relaxation is the key to enjoying it." "I never actually said that I was going to let anyone fuck me in the ass. Let's get that straight right now!" I said rather forcefully. "I'm not saying that I'm not going to, but I'm not saying that I am, either." "Fair enough" Rachel replied. "Once we smoke another joint and start to get cozy again, we can just see where things lead themselves. No one is going to force anyone into doing anything that they don't want to do. But I have a feeling that before the night is out, you will be begging Randy to shove his cock into your ass. Maybe even while Aaron is in your pussy." "Never know," I replied. "Never know." With that said, Aaron sparked up another joint and we all tried to relax. It was going to be a long night of fucking and sucking and we knew it. But with a week of seclusion ahead of us, we felt no rush. Besides that, my pussy was still a little tender from that afternoon's activities. Once the joint was finished and the sun began to set, we decided to move indoors before the bugs started getting bad. The guys built a nice fire and Rachel and I sat on the couch beside one another. The guys, satisfied with the fire, joined us. To my surprise, Aaron sat by me and Randy sat by Rachel. I watched as Rachel whispered something into Randy's ear, and a smile broke out on his face. I felt Aaron's hand pulling my face toward his and I turned to meet his stare. "You know something Candice, I have wanted to fuck you since the day we met." "Why didn't you ever say anything?" I asked. "Because of that bitch back home. And by the time it was over between me and her, we were such good friends that I didn't want to take a chance on ruining a good friendship." "Well, the bitch is out of the picture and I don't think you need to worry about ruining this friendship," I said. "So... if you're still interested, I know I am." Aaron leaned in and kissed me. Ours tongues explored each other's mouths as years of pent up lust began to overcome us. I heard a zipper slide down behind me and I knew that Randy was being well taken care of. I could lose myself in the moment guilt-free. The kiss grew in intensity as our hands started to wonder. Aaron slid his hand up under my t-shirt and cupped my breasts. He started pinching and lightly pulling on my nipples. In return, I started massaging his cock through his shorts. He was not as large as Randy, but still a good size. I slipped my hand up the leg of his shorts and wrapped my fingers around his cock. I remembered that Rachel had said that Aaron shaved his crotch so I began exploring. I cupped his balls and stroked his shaft. Nowhere did I feel a single hair. The thought of his slick cock got me even more excited as I began to tug at his shorts. With a swift lift of the hips and a quick pull, Aaron had his shorts off and his hard cock exposed. Without a second's hesitation, I lowered my face to his shaft and began to examine my prize. I lifted his cock and looked at his balls. I had not noticed earlier when he was naked just how big his balls were. They were much larger than Randy's and hung lower. I slid off the couch unto the floor between his legs and lifted his cock again. I licked the underside from base to tip. I slowly began to stroke him as my tongue moved along his length. Gripping his cock a little tighter, I increased the tempo of my stroke as I took one of his balls into my mouth. I sucked gingerly at first, gauging his reaction. When I saw that he enjoyed it, I applied a little more suction and used my tongue, swirling it around his ball slowly. Aaron lifted one of his legs up and put it on the couch, giving me full access to his crotch. I used the opportunity to lick a little lower, letting my tongue graze toward his asshole. This brought a gasp of air.. I looked up at him and smiled a devilish smile, knowing that my teasing would cost me later. I raised myself up and opened my mouth over the tip of his cock. I held myself there for a moment. Aaron raised his hips and the tip of his cock touched my lips. I stuck my tongue out and licked the drop of pre-cum that was making its way out of his shaft. Not wanting to tease anymore, I opened my mouth to its full extent and slid down over his meat. I took the entire length in one move. He put his hands on the back of my head as I began a slow up and down motion. I ran my tongue around the base of his cock each time I drew him in. I played with his nuts, rolling them in my fingers. The smooth, hairless skin felt wonderful. I could make out the texture of his balls as I rolled them in my hand. I looked out of the corner of my eye and watched Randy's cock disappearing into Rachel's mouth. She was deep-throating him repeatedly. His hands were twisted in her hair and his head thrown back. I matched her speed, taking her husband's cock in and out of my throat at the same rate that she swallowed my boyfriend. I watched as she slid her hand between Randy's thighs and rubbed his asshole. I matched the move and began to run a fingertip around her husband's hole. She glanced over at me and I saw a look of knowing in her eyes. She understood what I was doing and wanted to play the game too. I let her lead, matching her move for move. If she used her hands, I used my hands. If she hesitated at the bottom of a stroke, I hesitated. Although the guys were totally oblivious to our game, Rachel and I were finding it very erotic. We continued sucking and stroking in rhythm for several more minutes until finally Rachel withdrew completely from Randy's cock. In turn, I also let Aaron's cock slide from my mouth. Aaron and Randy both looked down at Rachel and I at the same instant. I had no idea what Rachel had planned next, but I had every intention of matching her to the best of my ability. She stood and turned to me. I stepped into her and found myself in the most sensual embrace of my life. We moved together with grace and fluidity, our hands roaming over each other's backs, caressing and exploring while our mouths and tongues searched for one another. I could taste the familiar taste of Randy's cock on her lips. I savored the moment. The intense embrace was broken with the sound of Aaron clearing his throat. Rachel and I both looked at him, his hand slowly stroking his hard cock. We looked over at my boyfriend and found him doing the same. Rachel stepped back from me and faced Randy. I followed her example and took my place in front of her husband. I used my peripheral vision to watch and match Rachel's moves. We climbed onto the couch, straddling the cocks that were so hard underneath us. Together we lowered our pussies onto their shafts. Aaron's cock stretched my cunt open wide as I sank down onto him. I lowered myself completely, taking his meat deep into my body. After all these years, I finally had Aaron's rock-hard cock in my pussy. I slowly started raising and lowering myself onto him. His hips lifted with each of my downward thrusts, impaling his shaft into me. No longer caring about Rachel and Randy, I started fucking Aaron faster. We moved together like a well-oiled machine. I squeezed his cock with my cunt muscles, using every once of strength I had to grip his shaft. His hairless crotch and my bald pussy ground into one another repeatedly, the fluids from my cunt coating his balls as he drove himself deep. He leaned into me and began to suck my nipples, pulling and tugging on one while biting and sucking on the other. I wrapped my arms around his head and pulled him tight into my chest as I bounced my pussy on his cock. "Fuck me, Aaron!" I said. "Give me your cock! Fill my pussy! That's it, shove that big, hard cock of yours into my wet pussy! I want you to fuck me harder!" "Oh God, Candice. I've wanted to feel your pussy on my cock for so long. God, how I've wanted to fuck you." "Do it, big boy! Fuck my cunt! Yes, that's it. I want you to cum inside of me. I want you to fill my pussy with your cum. I want you to empty your balls inside of me! Give it to me, Aaron! Fuck me and cum inside. I want your hot cum to explode in me!" "I'm gonna cum, Candice! I'm gonna cum inside your pussy. I'm gonna fill your cunt with my cum!" Aaron almost screamed. His voiced strained as his body tightened. "Me too, Rachel!" I heard Randy say. "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum inside of you!" New Experiences I had seen her many times before, but never had I actually noticed her. Today however there was just something about her that had caught my eye. I had never before found myself attracted to another female. I never even imagined myself with another female. I had been in my fair share of relationships and breakups with men, each always leaving me feeling empty and heartbroken. I don't know how long I was staring at her. She was the vision of perfection, long tresses of sunset gold against lightly tanned flesh. Her pouty lips seemed to just scream out to be kissed, suckled and tasted. I was actually undressing her with my eyes. Imagining what she looked like beneath that blue strapless sundress that adorned her body, clinging to her perfect figure. It wasn't until she turned and those eyes like emeralds sparkling like the most magnificent jewel I had ever seen penetrated my own, almost hypnotically entrancing me under a spell. I know I should have glanced away, but I couldn't move. She had me breath taken. I don't really know what it was about her that enticed me so, but I had to have her. She began to walk towards me. Her hips swayed with a seductiveness that I had never seen. Golden curls bounced freely along her bare shoulders. She knew that I had been watching her, obsessing over her, desiring her. As she approached me, my lips parted to allow myself to speak, but no words were found. I had never been one to lack a voice before, but this woman had taken away my breath, my voice, she subdued my mind. I felt as if I was under some sort of spell. When she smiled her face lit up like a full moon lighting the night sky. She leaned forward letting her lips just barely brush along my ear lobe. The warmth of her breath blowing caressed along the sensitive areas of my neck. Whispered words were barely heard. Goosebumps had already begun making that trail over my body; chills ran down along my spine. I could feel my heart beating so hard and fast I feared it would explode. My actions were led on instinct, for I really had no idea what I was doing. I had to touch her, to feel the smoothness of silkened flesh beneath my fingertips. Impulsively my hand found its way to her bare shoulder. Fingers were set free to roam gently along the warmth of her flesh, slowly moving down to that lining where her dress met just above her breast. I glanced up, letting my eyes get lost within those emerald depths, only for a moment. It was then that I felt the softness of those perfectly ripened lips pressing against mine. My eyes fell behind the prisons of my lashes, locking out the realities around us, letting only the feelings that overwhelmed my body, take control. Her tongue urged my lips to part allowing our tongues to meet together and begin that dance of everlasting desire. If I had even noticed the way her skilled hands began removing my clothing I would not have cared. The only thing on my mind at this moment was to touch, taste, and become one with this woman. My own hands had lowered her dress to reveal those perfectly ripened melons. I could feel her nipples harden beneath my touch as my finger gently toyed with one before moving on to its twin. I did not want that kiss to ever end. I was reluctant when she pulled back, bringing her finger up gently to press along my lips, silencing me. My eyes remained closed, even as I felt myself being lowered into the plushness of the thick carpet below me. She lowered herself down over me letting our bare bodies connect to feel each others warmth and passion. Very slowly she began to move her body down along mine, her lips dragging with a featherlike touch along my flesh. I began to moan softly, letting her know that her touches were welcomed and that I craved more. Those lips had found there way around the swell of my nipple, closing around that hardened little bud she began sucking with a hungered desire. My back arched, forcing my breast closer to her. I could not get enough; the heat that ran through me was enough to make my blood boil. I could already feel the glistening dampness between my legs increasing, the intense craving to feel her fingers touch me in my most private place. As her lips, her tongue and her teeth worked like magic over my nipples, her fingers felt like little rain drops pattering down along my stomach touching me in ways I never knew imaginable. My hand moved up intertwining within those lush gold lengths, pushing down on her head urging her to move lower and to taste of my temptation. The tormenting of teasing continued as her fingers made their way down even lower, brushing along the border of my pubic bone. I pushed my hips up even higher, practically begging for her touch. It felt like eternity before those exploring fingers finally found their way to steaming, moist pussy. My clit was swollen with anticipation, throbbing for attention. Her finger pressed down lightly upon my clit and began that slow circular motion. My moans grew louder, becoming cries of mercy. She was pushing me beyond the clouds, into another dimension. My body began to tremble with the electrifying sensations that seemed to reach out touching every nerve ending within my body. My hands tightened within those locks in which they held, pulling tighter. She took my nipple between her teeth, biting down gently but yet harsh enough to let me feel the combined pleasure with pain. Her finger began to move quicker over my clit. I continued to thrust my hips into her touch. She released my nipple from its hold between her teeth. I could feel the warmth of her breath making a gradual decline downwards along my flesh. This is what I had been waiting for. Her finger was replaced by the rough texture of her tongue. Her finger slid down finding the entrance of my ecstasy. As her finger slid within the heat of my passion, burying itself within that moisture driven by her touch, I pushed her head even further into me, forcing her to take more of me, to taste the sweetness of my nectar, and drive me into an orgasm greater than I have known. She took my clit within her mouth, suckling hard upon it and letting her teeth occasionally nibble. Her finger began to slide within my depths, curling within to tickle upon that special spot. I continued to cry out and moan louder. I wanted so badly to cum all over her finger. Though, just as my orgasm was ready to burst forth, her finger pulled out of me. She rose up slightly looking upon my pained features. She was torturing me. She knew I had wanted to cum, knew how close I had become. She waited for a few seconds, bringing me down slightly from those clouds in which I had nestled. Before I could come down too far however, she was at it again. This time she inserted two fingers within me, thrusting them deep inside, fast and hard. Her tongue resumed playing over my clit, lapping at the juices my body emitted. Once again I was on the verge of orgasm. This time she did not stop. Her fingers continued to thrust faster and harder. Her tongue moved almost arithmetically to the speed of her fingers. My body shuttered, my back arched, my hips thrusting, my moans becoming screams as I let out those built up juices into an exploding orgasm, soaking her fingers in their entirety. Just as I had thought she was done, I was proven wrong. Her fingers slipped free from within me, her tongue moved down to replace them. Pushing her tongue within me she was taking in all that sweet honey nectar she had drawn forth from me. My body glistened like the early morning dew upon a blade of grass lit up by the rising sun. I was in oblivion. Her free hand began to roam along my sides, sending chills throughout my body. Her tongue was like a magic wand, touching me in all the right places. Her tongue pushed up further within me, drinking in my taste. Her finger had found my clit and began toying with it once more, pressing firmly upon it and rotating her finger in a circular motion, and then taking it between two fingers and pinching upon it lightly. Her roaming hand found its way to my breast, gently cupping that soft swell within her grasp and kneading it within her hand. "I want to taste you" I begged, beckoning her to allow me the taste of her as well. I had never tasted another woman. She seemed rather pleased with the idea, and without hesitation she was turning her body, straddling her legs over my head and repositioning herself between my thighs. I opened my eyes finally, and looked up at those pinkish lips. Her aroma alone was invigorating. I wasted no time in bringing my head up to allow my tongue to flicker out and take my first taste of a woman. I could not describe the taste, could not match it to anything else. It had a sweetness all of its own and the more of her tasted, the more of her wanted. It did not take me long before I was burying my tongue within her. My finger exploring my curiosity plunged deep within her. I could instantly feel the warmth and wetness against soft walls. My finger began to move deeper within, and then pulling back. I continued this motion, as I listened to her moans of pleasure muffled and vibrating against my mound. The combined sounds of the two of us was musical, the sweetest sounds I had ever heard. I knew she was about to orgasm. I could feel the way her body shivered. My finger moved faster, edging her on. As soon as I felt that gush of liquidy warmth coating over my finger I quickly withdrew replacing it with my tongue. Just as she had tasted me and drank from my fountain I would do to her. After we had both orgasmed, we found comfort within each others arms. Laying side by side, our sweaty bodies pressing against each others, we allowed our lips to meet up once more, sharing that sweet taste that still lingered upon our lips. Our hands continued to roam, caressing each others bodies. It was one of the most magnificent experiences I had ever been given the privilege of sharing. New Experiences He came fairly quickly in her mouth, and as he relaxed, he spoke again "Good girl, I'm done with you for tonight, you may go take care of yourself and then go to bed" "Yes sir." Quickly she left the room going into the bathroom to brush her teeth and take care of the things she needed to. She caught herself in the mirror, her green eyes bright, albeit tired, her long brown hair disheveled from Kevin's hands, and she looked over her body for a moment. She ran her hands over her small but pert breasts, down her taught stomach, and finally over her smooth pussy, laughing softly at the memory of the first time she had shaved there at his request. She looked at her legs, which while she was not tall, were long and shapely. She brought herself out of her daydreaming and finished in the bathroom before heading downstairs to her bed. She remembered the plug, and quickly lubed it and herself, slipping the plug in, feeling its fullness. She didn't want to think what she'd have to deal with if she forgot something as simple as that. After getting that taken care of, she stepped into her little bed area, remembering to lock the door on the outside. Now she couldn't leave until Kevin or Sarah came and let her out in the morning. With nothing else to do, she lay in bed, thinking. Thinking about how far she had come from when this whole thing first started… This isn't how it started, by any means; it really started with my curiosity. I was curious about bdsm, so I went online and looked around. Long story short, I found and started talking to a man, Kevin, who was half of a Dominate couple. As we talked, my curiosity increased, and things between Kevin, Sarah (the other half), and myself progressed. I experimented with them, first with Kevin, and then with both of them. Then one day he asked me if I would like to be trained to serve him and Sarah as their submissive. I was shocked at first, but as I thought about it, I realized it struck a chord somewhere in me as something I craved. Therefore, I told him yes, that's when the real training began, and it has taken a year to get where I am now. To start with, Kevin had me fill out a submissive questionnaire and rate different things as to whether I had done them, and how much I enjoyed them or thought I would enjoy them. This was also a chance for me to list my hard limits, things I wouldn't do under any circumstances. I had some basic ones, such as kids, scat, watersports, blood, but my own curiosity kept me pretty open-minded about most of the stuff. It also helped that I trusted both Kevin and Sarah enough that I was willing to trust their judgment in doing new things and letting them push my boundaries; and boy did they push them. The first time I tried to fill it out, I did it wrong. I re-did the whole scale and added my own little comments. It didn't help that I had to ask him what half the things were; I couldn't help it, I was totally new to all this stuff. We left it alone for a little bit, and then he had me fill out an even longer one, correctly. The other important thing we discussed was a safeword that if said, would stop everything. We agreed on my middle name 'sebastiane'. Once that was taken care of things started out slowly, since they were letting me adjust, but I was a pretty quick learner. Some things came quickly, such as using "sir' and "ma'am," but that wasn't hard to learn, it came very naturally to me, and even began to feel right after a while. When I started, I worked mostly with Kevin, and then once I had a bunch of the basic stuff down, we started doing stuff with Sarah too. One of the first things he did with me was introduce me what different things felt like, and got an idea of how much pain I could take from various things. I had always thought I was wuss when it came to pain, but I was amazed at how much more I could take when it was in an erotic setting. The first time he used nipple clamps on me, I found myself almost immediately wishing they were tighter. Some things were immediate turn-ons for me; having my hair pulled and being blindfolded, so I didn't know what was happening until it happened were two big ones. After a while, all it took was a slight change in his manner/tone of voice towards me, one that the uninterested observer probably wouldn't even notice, for me to start getting wet. At first I was very compliant, too overwhelmed by so much new stuff to not be compliant. However, once I got more comfortable with it, I started being a bit more playful, pushing him a bit to see what would happen. At first it wasn't much (though that would change dramatically later), since just as I was getting used to him, he needed to get used to me. Throughout all this 'preliminary' playing, occasionally my mind would start thinking too much and I would feel bad about what I was doing. Too long I had been 'the good girl', hell, up until then I had minimal sexual experience and what I had had, had all been the epitome of 'vanilla'. Society tells women that being submissive is a bad thing, especially to a man. Now, I consider myself a feminist, but this felt right. I'm not saying I wasn't an independent woman, I was; people are made up of many parts. Just as I had an independent, in your face side, I also had a very submissive, sexual side. At times, the conflict between these sides and what society told me got very hard. Throughout all of it though, the submission felt right, and came to be something I needed. I always felt good during and afterwards, and I loved pleasing a Dom and later a Domme too. One of the first 'walls' I hit was when Kevin told me he wanted me to shave my pussy, completely. I had never done more than trim a little when needed for a bathing suit. I fought him on this, hard, but he won, because in the end, I wanted to please him more than I wanted to not shave. Afterwards, part of me wondered if I hadn't wanted him to win in the first place. As I sat in the bathroom trimming the hair down to shave, I felt naughty; I had always thought that only sluts shaved their pussys. Little did I know I was on my way to becoming a slut myself, and loving it. Once I shaved it, I ran my hand over it, feeling how smooth it was. It felt so odd at first, but it also made me more sensitive their, now that I didn't have the hair protecting it. When Kevin saw it and felt it the first time, he told me he liked how it looked and was pleased that I had done as I was told. At that, I felt happy, and a bit proud; I had done what he had asked, done it well, and pleased him. The first time he tried to get me to ask permission to come, I refused, and came anyway. He then teased me mercilessly and kept me so close to coming, but he didn't let me come again until I asked permission. Several times afterwards, I balked at asking, but eventually did. That became a rule; anytime I came, I had to ask permission. As long as I asked, he usually let me come, encouraging me as I did, saying things like "yes, that's it, come for me" and other things. Often his voice, saying things like that made the orgasm more intense. I always liked it when he talked to me during a scene; it often made me even wetter. Sometimes, if things were too quiet, or I felt nervous or something else, I would start talking, or making smartass comments, just to break the tension. Being nervous didn't bother me in and of itself; it was more the fact that that unease got me even more aroused. I realized I liked not always feeling completely at ease, or knowing everything that was going to happen. It emphasized my submissive state, and I learned that anything that did that, particularly mentally, increased my arousal. Most of the time when I would see him, one of the first things he had me do was take off my panties. A couple times, he threatened to rip them off, but he never went through with that threat; although a part of me wished he would. I didn't really mind taking them off, but one day my mouth got me in trouble. I told him that I would very well wear panties whenever I wanted. Big mistake; he told me that because of my attitude, from then on, whenever he saw me, I was no allowed to wear panties. I didn't believe him at first. Well, the next time I saw him, he checked to see if I was wearing any, which of course I was. He made me take them off, and then gave my ass a sound spanking with his hand. I learned from that. I even got to the point where I enjoyed not wearing any panties, and when I wore long skirts or dresses, I wouldn't wear them, whether I was going to see him or not. I was generally good about following this rule, although sometimes the little devil in my head made me wear some, just to get a reaction. I think one of the first serious type things he and I worked on was positions. This wasn't a big thing, but he still worked with me on it some. Personally, I think it was just a way to emphasize his control over me, but I doubt I'd get him to admit it. We didn't spend very long on them, but I still remember it well. I was at his house one afternoon… She walked into the living room, waiting for him to come in. As he came in, he spoke "Alright, today there are a few basic things I'm going to work on with you. Nothing very hard, but I want you to know a couple basic positions, so that in the future you will know what is expected. So, lets get started shall we? Strip." "Yes sir" she wondered what exactly he was talking about, but figured she'd find out soon enough. She proceeded to take off her pants and top, placing them on the couch and then came her bra. Once she was fully nude, she stood waiting for his next instruction. He didn't say anything at first, just stepped over to her, standing right in front of her, close enough to touch, but not doing so, yet. As she looked up at him she was always surprised when she thought about how good looking he was. At six feet tall, he was a good six inches taller than she was and in excellent shape; his brown eyes always seemed to see into her, instead of just seeing her. She reached up, going to put her hands on his shoulders to go to kiss him. "Stop. I didn't give you permission to kiss me, did I?" She pulled away again "no sir" Once she was away again, he swiftly reached up, grabbing some of her hair, pulling he head back and towards him, kissing her hard. Once he released her again, she stood there, breathing harder, her nipples hard, begging for attention, and her eyes slightly glazed over. He stepped back "Now, I want you to kneel. Sit back on your heels, hands on your thighs, palm up. Keep your head up, but your eyes lowered." She thought for a moment, before lowering herself to her knees. She got into the position he had described and waited. After looking at her for a second, he stepped a bit closer "Sit up straight, you may be submissive, but you should appear proud." She adjusted her posture and he stepped back again inspecting her. "Very good. For the future, if either Sarah or I tell you to go wait somewhere for us, or we simply tell you to kneel, this is the position you are to assume. Understood?" She looked up at him "Yes sir" "I told you to keep your eyes lowered. I'm disappointed that you seem to have trouble with such a simple thing" She quickly looked down again "I'm sorry sir, I forgot, I didn't mean to disappoint you" She hated knowing she disappointed him; being told that was often a better lesson than any physical punishment. "Well, as you are still learning, I forgive you, but in the future I expect you to remember it. Now there are two variations on this that I may have you in at different points. One is kneeling like this with your hands clasped together behind you neck. Do this now" She raised her hands and locked her fingers together behind her neck. This forced her to arch her back slightly, thrusting her breasts outward. "Good, the other is simple, and you do not have to assume it. It is again kneeling the same way, but with your hands behind you back." He smiled "you take to this very well" she smiled at his praise. "Alright, you may stand up now, and you may raise your eyes again" She quickly stood up, lowering her arms and looking at him again. "Okay, I think that is enough of that for now. Come here and turn so you are facing away from me" She stepped over to him and turned around facing the room. There was a soft clink and then out of the corner of her eyes she saw his hands. He put the collar on her, fastening it. She reached up and felt the cool metal around her neck; there it was the physical symbol of her status as he and Sarah's submissive, toy, and sex slave. As she thought about this, she felt her pussy getting even wetter, and felt herself flush. "Turn around" She did so and Kevin saw the flush on her chest and face, knowing how aroused she was. "I'm afraid we don't have time for much playing, but you have been good, so I think you deserve a treat. First, however, you're going to suck my cock. Kneel." She got down on her knees, as he proceeded to undressed. Once he was naked, he took some her hair in his hand gently. "Alright, you may start" At that, she happily began working on his cock. Licking it and his balls, getting them nice and wet. She surprised him, and started licking and gently sucking his balls before she moved to his cock. She smiled slightly when she heard him moan. After doing that for a little while, she finally moved to his cock, slowly taking the head in her mouth and swirling her tongue over it. As she moved down his shaft, she brought one hand up and continued to fondle his balls. She could tell he was close, so she didn't spend a lot of time teasing him. She shortly got down to a regular rhythm, sucking hard as she went up his shaft, swirling her tongue over the head and then going down again. He was increasingly making more sounds, but before he came, he pulled her head away from him. She looked up at him, not sure why he stopped her. "You are a very good cocksucker," he told her, seeing her cringe slightly at the crude term. Before she said anything, he reached down, grasped her arm and had her stand, directing her into the other room, to the bed. "Lay down on the edge of the bed, keep your feet on the floor, you're going to masturbate for me, make yourself come. Just remember, do not come without my permission" She was more than happy to masturbate, as she was dripping wet, and needed to come badly. She lay back on the bed, keeping her feet on the floor. Closing her eyes, she brought one hand to her pussy and used the other one to play with her nipples. Using the hand at her pussy, she played with her slit, alternating between making circular movements on it and flicking her nail over it, sending shocks through her body. Her hand was busy pinching and tugging on her nipples. As she was doing this, she heard him groan, and opened her eyes briefly. She saw that he was standing in front of her, also masturbating; she realized that when he came, it was going to be all over her. She closed her eyes again and felt herself getting close "Please sir, may I come" "Not yet, wait" was his was his clipped response. She groaned and focused on trying to hold her impending orgasm back. "Please, sir, please let me come" She heard him grunt before answering "alright, come, come for me slut" With that she yelled and came hard, her body trembling, and her pussy muscles spasming. As she was coming, she heard him let out a short yell and felt his warm come landing on her stomach. As she was coming down from her orgasm, he lay down on the bed, regaining his composure. She felt him reach over and stroke her hair softly "Thank you sir" she said quietly "You're welcome slut; I told you early on I reward good behavior" She lay there for a moment before getting up and getting a towel, cleaning herself off, and then handing him the towel so he could do the same for himself… I think that afternoon went pretty well, and I was glad he thought I had been good. He did tell me that in the future I was not to clean myself off until I got permission. I know a lot women might think that having a guy come on them is nasty or something but I kind of like it. It's a little bit nasty, a little bit dirty, and there is something sort of sexy about that. Things stayed fairly simple for a while after that, and went pretty smoothly. Up until now, I hadn't done much with the three of them, since it was often easier to work with just him. So we managed (between all our jobs and family responsibilities) to find a day when the three of us had time for a scene. One thing that was nice was that the two of them varied in their style as Dom/mes. Kevin was stricter, and a bit more formal, although he could be very affectionate and gentle when I was being good. He was also very naturally dominant. Sarah was different; she was softer, more sensual. Sometimes she even deferred to Kevin when we were doing things. I got the feeling she might have been more of a switch at one time. This made a nice dynamic, although sometimes it was hard for me, because I would slip and forget what I could or couldn't do with Sarah, since she didn't enforce the rules as much. I was always a bit nervous about doing a scene with both of them, but I think that was just because I was harder on myself when I had two people to please, not just one. The day we got together, I didn't know it ahead of time, but Kevin had decided to push me a bit. I had never enjoyed tasting my own juices, but he often had me clean his fingers after he had fingered me or something. That day it was taken to the next level… The door opened and she stood there for a moment, dressed as she had been told to, in a short skirt, close fitting top, high heels, and no underwear of any kind. Sarah smiled and then gave her a once over before letting her in. She stepped in and turned around to face Sarah, since she knew better than to try to guess what she wanted of her. Sarah closed the door again and turned to her, walking up to her. She leaned forward ad kissed her, simultaneously reaching up and squeezing her breast, increasing the pressure until she heard her take in a sharp breath. Sarah let go and looked at her with a small smile. "Go into the room, strip and kneel. Wait there until Kevin and I come in" "Yes ma'am" she replied quietly. She turned around and went upstairs, while Sarah got Kevin. She stripped ad knelt on the floor of the room, looking around. She saw the collar on a table nearby, but didn't see any toys yet. A few minutes later Kevin and Sarah came in and he looked at her enjoying seeing her naked and kneeling there. "Alright slut, get the collar on the table and hand it to me" She stood up, picked up the collar and stepped over to them, handing it to Kevin. Turning around she knelt again with her back facing them. "Good, see you are learning" she heard Sarah say. She felt Kevin's hands by her neck as he placed the collar on her. "Alright stand up" he told her. She got up and turned to face them again. Sarah opened the little drawer on the table and took out a blindfold, letting her see it. She looked at it; it had been quite a while since she had been blindfolded during a scene. Sarah didn't put it on her immediately though "Now, we are feeling generous today, so we don't really intend on being to harsh, however that doesn't mean we wont keep pushing you on certain things, and pushing your limits a little. This time it will be a bit more mental instead of physical, that's all" Kevin spoke up as Sarah finished "Also, as you well know, normally you simply have to ask permission to come. However, today, we want you at the point of begging. You won't be allowed to come unless you are at that point. Do you understand?" New Experiences She stiffened a bit at what he said, he knew she hated having to beg, but she also knew that that was exactly why he liked making her beg. "Yes sir" she said through gritted teeth. "Good" With that, Sarah reached up and put the blindfold on her. Sarah spoke up "Now, you've told us that you rather enjoy having the flogger used on you, so we thought we'd indulge you. However, there is a catch" There is always a catch she thought "You have to ask us, nicely, to use it on you" She could hear the smile in Sarah's voice as she said this. "I can't do that ma'am" "Well, then I suppose we will just sit here until you can". She stood thinking, very frustrated at her predicament. She fumbled for a minute, starting to speak and then cutting herself off several times. When she realized that, indeed, nothing was going to happen, good or bad, until she asked for it, she took a deep breath and spoke "Please sir, ma'am, use the flogger on me" she couldn't believe she had just said that, but she was glad it was done. Kevin spoke "Very well, since you asked so nicely. Although I think I will add a little something to make it a little more fun, on both sides" She then felt clamps being put on her nipples, and she toke a deep breath as she felt their pinch. When Sarah gave a slight tug on the chain, she felt her pussy clench, as she felt the moisture that had been building between her legs finally begin to drip down her leg slightly. She felt Kevin take her arm and turn her so she was facing the bed. "Put your arms down on the bed" She bent over into the familiar position and waited. She startled a bit when Sarah's hand stroked down her back towards her ass, before slapping it lightly. She knew there was someone beside her and someone behind her, but wasn't sure who was who. She felt the flogger being lightly dragged across her back, and could tell it was the softer of the two that they had. There was no warning when the first blow came and she jumped slightly from the sound it made. It didn't really hurt; it felt more like a brutal massage than pain really. She gasped though when she felt the person beside her tug hard on the chain to the nipple clamps. The blows didn't come in any predictable timing, so she was always slightly surprised when it hit. That combined with the random tugging on her nipples had her flustered and incredibly aroused. When the blows stopped, she was breathing heavily, and her inner thighs were very wet. "Stand up" Sarah told her. She stood up and the clamps were removed, and Kevin's hands were massaging her very sensitive nipples. When Sarah's hand found her wet pussy and played with her clit for a moment, it drew a gasp that was quickly followed by a moan. She toyed with her for a moment and then drew her hand away again. "Well, you certainly are wet aren't you?" "Yes ma'am" Kevin suppressed a slight laugh before speaking "However I don't think you're anywhere near begging yet, really. Lay down on the bed" She turned around and felt the bed, crawling up onto it and lying down on her back. She heard someone walk out of the room and then heard Kevin speak again "You may take off the blindfold now" She reached up and pulled it off, putting it down on the floor next to the bed. She saw the Sarah wasn't in the room, and wondered where she had gone. She was answered a moment later when Sarah walked back in and Niki saw she was wearing a strap on. Her eyes got wide as she realized what was going to happen. Sarah looked at her and smiled "Now, I'm sure you can guess what will happen next. However, you will not be allowed to come at any point during it. Do you understand? She swallowed heavily "yes ma'am" "Good" With that, Sarah climbed on the bed and slowly inserted the dildo on the strap on into her eager pussy. Kevin sat next to them on the bed and watched, quite enjoying what he was seeing. Sarah began to fuck to her with the strap on, starting slowly, but working up to a harder pace. Occasionally Kevin would reach over and pinch her nipples knowing how sensitive the clamps had left them. She was moaning and almost started to beg to come, but remembered that she wasn't going to be allowed to now even if she did and thought you save herself the added embarrassment. Sarah was getting close to coming, feeling the other side of the dildo stimulating her own pussy. After Sarah came, she was now desperate to be allowed to come also, and there was a light sheen of sweat over her body. After Sarah came down from her orgasm, she pulled out of her. Her eyes got wide again, when Sarah presented the dildo in front of her mouth and told her "Now, clean it off" She started to protest but a sharp pain on her sensitized nipples stopped her and she began to lick her own juices off the fake cock; thoroughly embarrassed at having to do this. Once she had cleaned it off, Sarah climbed off the bed and proceeded to take off the strap on. Kevin looked at her, knowing how badly she wanted to come "Well, while that was a wonderful show, I believe its time you serviced me some. Suck my cock, slut" she looked over at Kevin as he said this. She moved over to him on the bed, quickly took his cock in her mouth, and began working on him. After a moment or two, he simply took her head in his hands and began to fuck her mouth. He thrust far back making her gaga a couple times until her throat got a bit more used to it. After he did this for a few moments, he stopped and abruptly pulled her off him. "Move over" he told her. She sighed and moved over on the bed, as Sarah climbed on and mounted Kevin. She watched enviously as Sarah began to ride him. She watched and as she did so, she found her hand unconsciously moving towards her pussy, wanted to give herself some release. She stopped herself though, knowing that if she dared touch herself now without their permission, she would pay for it. She watched them for another minute or two, before both of them came. After they came down from it, Sarah climbed off Kevin and lay down on the bed. Kevin reached over and grabbed some of Niki's hair, pulling her towards him. "Clean my cock off" She balked but his insistent pushing on her head forced her to quit fighting. She took his softening cock in her mouth and proceeded to clean him off. Once she finished she knelt back up and looked at him. "Well, you're not done yet, you have more cleaning to do." He pointed at Sarah. She sighed, feeling almost humiliated at being forced to eat his come out of Sarah's pussy. Yet at the same time, she felt very good knowing she was pleasing them. She moved over to Sarah and brought her mouth down on her. Tasting the combination of Sarah's juices and Kevin's come. She spent a few minutes making sure she did a good job; she definitely didn't feel like being punished today. Once she was done, she knelt back up and looked at them. "Good job, I think you've earned a treat. Don't you agree?" Sarah said, looking over at Kevin. "Yes, I think she does." "You may masturbate until you come. And don't you dare forget to ask permission" "Yes sir, thank you" she was so desperate to come, she wasn't sure she would have cared what he had said she had to do/say to get permission. She lay back on the bed and brought her hand down to her pussy. She was literally drenched by now, and it didn't take very long at all before she was asking permission "Please sir, let your slut come." "Beg for it" he responded. She moaned and fumbled for a second, but she was too close to argue. "Please, please sir, I'm begging you, let me come" He waited another moment, just for the hell of it, before he responded "That's it; I want you to come hard now." As he spoke, she came hard, yelling loudly, and arching as her orgasm overtook her. Once it passed, she was breathing very heavily. As she came down Sarah spoke again "I think you owe us a thank you, don't you?" She collected herself for a another moment before answering "Yes ma'am. Thank you ma'am, sir for letting me come" "You're welcome" Kevin replied. That day certainly proved a bit surprising for me. I certainly never saw myself cleaning off a fake cock that had just been used on me, and then having to clean off someone's cock after they had fucked someone else. I think the hardest for me though was having to clean Sarah afterwards. That was a bit humiliating; but, I pleased them, and that is the important thing. One of the things that we had to work out was when and how often we could do things. I and I both had jobs, which while pretty flexible, were still jobs. Kevin had a job, but his was much more on his own time. We all knew and agreed that a 24/7 relationship just wouldn't work, but we still had to figure out what would. Often we played it by ear, and scheduled things when we all had some free time. Sometimes I would go over during my lunch break for a short visit with Kevin (my work was pretty close to where he lived), and service him in some way. Other times when we all had a weekend free, I might go and service them for a whole weekend. Even when I wasn't physically with them, I was still their submissive. This was emphasized one day when a package showed up at work… The mail boy was doing his rounds and he stopped by her desk, dropping off the regular mail, and a package. This was odd, since she almost never got packages at work, unless it was for her boss. This time though it was for her. There was no return address on it, but she had an odd feeling she knew who it was from. As she opened the box, her suspicions were confirmed as she saw the note on top addressed to 'slut'. She quickly looked around to see if anybody was watching, not knowing what she would do if someone walked by and saw. No body was around, since many people were on their lunch break, so she returned to the package and took the note out. It read: "Slut, I have decided that its time to push you again. Enclosed you will find a small anal plug and a small bottle of lube. You are to go to the bathroom, remove your panties, lube yourself and the plug and insert the plug. We discussed that you will be coming over after work since you planned on leaving early and I will continue your training then. You are to leave the plug in until I choose to take it out tonight. You are not to put your panties back on." She re-read the note, not believing what it said. Convinced he was being very serious, she looked at the clock. It was 12:30 and she was leaving at 3, two and a half hours. She took a deep breath a realized that she was wet. Kevin's show of his control over her even here had aroused her quite a bit. She didn't give herself time to think about it and instead took the plug and lube out of the box, placed them in her purse and with her purse in hand headed to the bathroom. Once there, she went into one the stalls and removed her now wet panties. She took out the lube and the plug, looking at it. The plug wasn't very big, but it was substantial enough that she would be aware of it. She and Kevin had done some anal play, but the mostly consisted of him using a finger or two. He told her that as he and Sarah's sub, they expected all of her holes available for them. She hadn't thought much of it at the time, but guessed he had decided to follow through with that now. Opening the little bottle, she put some lube on her fingers and proceeded to lube her ass. Putting some on the plug, she did the same thing with that. Happy that it was lubed enough she went to slip it in. It went in easily enough to begin with, and then as it hit its widest point, she gasped a little at the pain, but took a deep breath, concentrated on relaxing and slipped it all the way in. Once it was in, she felt the sensation and how full she now felt. It wasn't a bad sensation, and the moistness of her pussy confirmed that she really rather liked it. She closed the bottle, wiping it off with some toilet paper and put it back in her bag. Placing her panties in her bag also, she walked out of the stall to wash her hands. As she walked to the sink, she felt the plug moving slightly and stifled a slight groan. Done washing her hands she left the bathroom and went back to her desk. As she sat down, she felt the plug pushed and held inside her and knew it was going to be a long couple of hours. As it got to be 3, she finished up what she had been working on and left her desk. As she got to his house, she was very aroused and hoped he planned to fuck her. She knocked on the door and didn't have to wait long until he came and let her in. They exchanged the common pleasantries, but once that was done, he didn't wait long. "Go to the bedroom and strip" She didn't bother answering, just went upstairs and stripped, feeling a bit strange standing in the room naked while wearing an anal plug. He walked in a few moments later, carrying the collar. Walking behind her, he placed the collar on her. "Now, did you get my little surprise today?" "Yes sir" "Good, and did you follow instructions?" "Yes sir" "Well then, let me see. Bend over ad spread your ass for me" She blushed furiously, but did as he told her, bending over and reaching back exposing the base of the plug for hi to see. She took in a sharp breath as he tapped the base, just to see her reaction. "Good girl. You may stand up again" She stood and turned to face him. "As you might have guessed, today we are going to work on making your ass available for me." As he said this he reached down between her legs, and felt how wet she was, causing her to gasp and her hips to move towards his hand, trying to get more friction. He laughed "I see my little surprise has you rather aroused, good" He played with her clit for a moment, as she closed her eyes and moaned. Abruptly he stopped, much to her disappointment, and proceeded to get undressed. "Today I'm just going to fuck you, both your pussy and you ass, and maybe if you are a good slut, I'll let you come too" She glared at him, but stopped when she saw the warning look on his face. "Get on the bed, on your hands and knees" She turned to the bed and crawled on, putting her face down to the bed so her ass was up in the air. She felt him climb on the bed and position himself behind her. Reaching under her, he briefly toyed with her pussy again before sliding himself into her. She moaned and closed her eyes at the feeling. He didn't waste time being gentle and simply started to fuck her quickly. He gripped her hips hard, occasionally reaching under her to toy with her nipples. The feeling of him in her pussy while the plug was still in her was incredibly, she had never felt that full. After a few moments, he pulled out again and she made a sound of disappointment, which got her a smack on the ass. "Now, I am going to finish by coming in your ass. Do you want me to do that?" She thought for a moment about what she should say "If it will please you sir" He smiled at her, pleased with her response "Good girl, you learn fast. Alright I'm going to take the plug out" With that, he reached over and slowly slipped the plug out. She sighed as it came out; having gotten used to the feeling, it felt odd without it in. She felt something slightly cool and realized he was lubing her ass a little more, using a finger sliding it in and out of her ass for a moment. "Okay, now, I need you be honest if I ask you if you're okay" He told her as slowly slipped the head of his cock into her ass. She gasped and then moaned as she felt him going in. It didn't hurt, just felt intense. He kept sliding in, slowly, not wanting it to hurt. He was about halfway in and she hadn't said anything "Are you okay?" "Yes sir." Satisfied she was really okay, he pushed his cock all the way in, and stopped for a second, letting her adjust before he started fucking her. Slowly he moved most of the way out again and then came back in. He slowly picked up the pace until he was going at a steady, regular pace. He was moaning almost constantly now, the feeling very intense. After a few minutes, she heard him groan and knew he was close. He reached under her and played with her clit a bit before stopping. "No, you do it, make yourself come" She hesitated, but realized that if she didn't, she wasn't going to get to come. Therefore, she reached back and began to play with her clit, getting very close. "Please sir, may I come," she asked breathily, breathing hard. Right before he came, he told her "yes" and she came hard, her pussy and ass clenching, drawing another groan from him as her ass clenched around his cock as he also came… That was a pretty intense day for me. Knowing I was wearing an anal plug under my nice sedate work clothes, simply because he had told me to was very arousing. Anal sex was pretty good, although I definitely wouldn't replace straight sex with it. Doing something like wearing the plug, in a public place entered a new realm for me. Up until then most of the stuff I had done with them had been in private. At first, the idea of doing anything in a more public setting made me very nervous, but after the experience at my work, I felt a bit better about it. I realized that there were ways to do some things in public without them being known to the whole world, and that was a huge turn on for me. After that day, little things started being brought out more, particularly in the car. Sometimes he would have me masturbate in the car while we were driving somewhere. That always made me nervous because I was afraid someone would see me, but no one did. One time he even had me put a vibrating dildo kind of thing in my pussy and he would randomly turn on the vibrations. That made me nuts, because I never knew when he was going to do it. He made try to carry on a normal conversation while he was doing it; that was hard as hell. I mean I am pretty good at ignoring it when I am aroused, if I have to, but trying to ignore something not only filling my pussy, but vibrating too….well, that rather strained my ignoring abilities. This really amused him though and he kept pushing me with doing things outside of the privacy of a house. One night when the three of us got together, it seems they decided to push me even more by having us go out to dinner while I wore a pair of vibrating panties… They stepped into the restaurant and were quickly seated. It was a bit dim, but that was good she thought. As they were looking at the menus one of them pushed the button on the remote and she suddenly sat up very straight. It was only a brief vibration, but enough to remind her that she was wearing them, and that they could toy with her whenever they wanted to. The waiter came and took their orders, leaving them again. She looked at them for a moment "I don't mean to be disrespectful but I can't believe you are having me do this. Is there a reason?" As she spoke Kevin turned the vibrations on again as Sarah spoke "First off, you are being disrespectful. It is not your place to question what we do. Secondly, we are having you do this because we choose to, and that is all you need to know." The vibrations stopped and she looked at Sarah again, trying hard to keep from squirming from her arousal. She knew that when in public, she didn't have to address them as "sir" and "ma'am" but she knew she had to be respectful nonetheless. "I understand, I apologize," she said quietly, hoping that good behavior would keep the occurrences of vibration at a minimum. They made small talk for a while, talking about their jobs and occasionally wandering onto politics. Every once in a while, one of them would briefly turn on the vibrations just to watch her startle and try to hide her arousal. When the waiter came back with their food, Kevin turned it on again. She bit her tongue to try to keep from moaning, and tried very hard to keep from squirming. However, she was certain that the waiter noticed something. She blushed furiously and looked down at the table while the waiter put their food down. Once he left, the vibrations were turned off again, and she took a deep breath, trembling slightly from her efforts. New Experiences She looked up and saw both Sarah and Kevin were smiling, and that made her blush even more. "Why are you so flushed?" Kevin asked, the humor obvious in his voice. She had to bite her tongue from making a smart comment. "Because, I am slightly embarrassed and I'm aroused" She didn't look at him while she said this. Sarah laughed softly "Well then why don't you start on your dinner before it gets cold, maybe that will keep your mind off of it." She proceeded to work on her dinner, and they all went back to chatting as if nothing was unusual. As they finished, the waiter came back to take the plates, and she saw Sarah smiles slightly before she felt the vibrations start again. She gasped before she could control it, but thankfully, Kevin was speaking to the waiter, so she didn't think he heard anything. Again, as the waiter left, the vibrations stopped again. Kevin turned to her "Is your pussy wet?" She snapped her head up to look at him "Yes" she answered, knowing he already knew the answer. "Good, I want to know just how wet it is. Reach under your panties, and put one finger in your pussy. Get it wet and then bring it back up to the table" She stared at him for a moment, not believing what he had just told her to do. She gulped and looked around but he broke in "Do it. Now" he said, and she could tell he was very serious. Therefore, before she could think about it more, she slipped a hand under her panties and got one finger wet with her juices. Bringing it back up to the table, she couldn't bring herself to look at either of them. "Look at us" Sarah told her. She reluctantly looked up at them. "Now, which finger did you use?" "My middle one" At that Kevin reached over and felt her finger, seeing how wet she was. "Good, now clean off your finger" "But..." He looked at her again and she ceased trying to argue. She brought her finger to her mouth and cleaned it off. "Good girl" Kevin told her. Just then, the waiter came back and picked up the check, returning a moment later with the receipt. It was signed and they left… That night was hard; I was so embarrassed. In addition, by time dinner was over, I was so aroused, I needed to come, but knew I shouldn't without their permission. Thankfully, when we got back in the car, they gave me permission to masturbate and they even said I didn't have to ask permission to come. It didn't take me very long, and I came very hard. I almost smart mouthed back a couple times, but I was good and didn't. I'm sure if I had that would have been a big mistake. I felt very good though that I had pleased them, and done as they told me too. We didn't really have time to go back to their place and play though, but that was okay, because I was going to see Sarah in a few days anyway. I hadn't done much with her yet, but I wanted to. We found a day when we both had some free time and decided to play by ourselves. She has a very different style, and tended to like teasing a lot. She's about the same height I am, with blonde hair and hazel eyes. She decided that since the two of us hadn't done a lot together that this time was going to be fairly simple, low-key. This was fine with me, since I like all sorts of stuff from nice and gentle to all out rough bdsm. I was a bit nervous; I didn't want to disappoint her. She once told me "Niki, don't worry, we wont ask you to do something you can't do." I knew this was true, but sometimes I worried anyway. I was determined to be one my best behavior. Kevin was in the house when I went there, but he stayed out of it… She was kneeling on the bed, hands in her lap. She wasn't really thinking about how she got there, but she was glad she was there. Sarah had told her not to move, at all. She wasn't sure she would be able to do that, since while it was easy right now, Sarah also hadn't done anything to her yet. She knew that being told not to move meant there was a lot of teasing in store for her; she also knew that if she messed up, Sarah had no qualms about using the crop on her ass. At that point, Sarah came back in the room. "Good, you stayed where you were supposed to. Now, you may speak as you want, as long as you are respectful. However, you may not move at all, if you do, there will be consequences. Do you understand?" "Yes ma'am" she responded quietly. "Good" Sarah replied, smiling. With that she reached up and softly stroked Niki's neck, over her collarbone, down her chest, lightly tweaking her nipple as she went over her breast, down her stomach, to just the top of her pussy, stopping there. Sarah then began trailing her hand back up her. By now, she was beginning to have trouble staying still. She was breathing heavily, and her pussy was getting very wet. She wanted to reach up and return the touches, but was determined to do as Sarah had told her. This time when Sarah came to her other nipple, she pinched it, lightly at first, then harder and harder until she flinched, letting out a moan. With that, Sarah let go of her nipple and took her hand away again. She picked up a pair of clover clamps from nearby and placed them slowly on Niki's' nipples, drawing another moan and then a slight gasp as she pulled slightly on the chain connecting the clamps, causing them to tighten. Niki felt the pain shoot directly to her pussy and felt it grow even wetter, feeling the juices begin to slip onto her inner thighs. She wanted to touch herself, something just to relieve the tension that was building…but no, she was being good, she hadn't moved yet. Sarah saw the fight happening inside her and decided to push her a little bit more. She went to the closet for a moment and took out a riding crop. When she saw Sarah get the crop, she knew she wasn't going to last much longer. Sarah stepped back over to the bed and grasped the chain again. She pulled on it again, harder this time, almost making Niki move. She gasped and closed her eyes. Sarah let go of the chain, letting it drop against her again. She stepped back and brought the crop up. First, she just dragged the tip of the crop around her breasts and nipples, toying with her, making her anticipate. After a moment, Sarah started to tap her nipples with the crop, alternating between them. She didn't start hard, but slowly increased the strength behind the taps. After a few moments, Niki's nipples were sensitive enough that see flinched backwards. She realized immediately that she had broken Sarah's rule and quickly moved back to her original position. Sarah stopped what she was doing for a second "You moved" "Yes ma'am, I'm sorry" "I specifically told you not to move. I will let this be a warning. If you do it again…." She let it trail off, knowing she knew what she saying. "I understand ma'am," Niki said, knowing she wouldn't be getting another warning. Sarah returned to tormenting her nipples, now alternating between just brushing the crop on her breasts and really striking her nipples with it. Niki was fighting not to move "Please, ma'am, let me move," she begged. "No, I told you, I don't want you to move, so I expect compliance" Niki moaned and knew she wasn't going to be able to do this much longer; she needed release. It was only a few moments later when she moved again, and this time didn't even bother going back to position. Sarah put down the crop and looked at her for a moment, before shaking her head. "You were warned, and yet you still couldn't do as I told you." Niki didn't try apologizing this time, and besides she wanted to come so badly she didn't really care. "Get off the bed, turn around so you face it, put your hands on the bed, and spread your legs" Niki got off the bed slowly and got into position. The next thing she felt was Sarah running the crop over her ass for a moment before the first blow came. She flinched at the first blow, since it wasn't really expected. The next few blows hurt, but she didn't move. The last few hurt more and she yelped at the last one, since her ass was very warm and somewhat sore by now. Once Sarah was finished, she put the crop down and ran her hand softly over her ass, causing her to gasp at the contact with her heated and sensitive skin. "Alright, you can stand up" Niki slowly stood up and turned to face Sarah. Sarah grasped some of her hair and pulled her closer to her, leaning in and kissing her hard. Niki reached up and put her arms on Sarah's, and Sarah let her. They kissed for a moment more, before Sarah pulled her away. Sarah went and sat on the bed. "Come here, you're going to eat my pussy. I will tell you when you may stop" She then lay back on the bed, letting her feet rest on the floor. Niki came and knelt between her legs, putting her hands on Sarah upper thighs and pussy. She started a little bit away from her pussy, liking and kissing. She licked Sarah's slit and parting it with her tongue, letting the juices slid out. She then moved her hands so she could hold Sarah's pussy open. She flattened her tongue out and licked straight from right below the opening to her pussy to her clit and over her clit. She repeated this a couple times. Sarah was moaning and her hips were twitching unconsciously. She then played with Sarah's clit a bit, pointing her tongue and flicking it over her clit rapidly, occasionally stopping to nibble. She kept this pattern up for a while, and felt Sarah getting close. She sped up a little bit, occasionally sucking her clit into her mouth and sucking hard. When she felt Sarah get very close, she bit down on her clit slightly, not too hard, but it was enough to bring Sarah to orgasm. She licked Sarah's clit softly for a moment, as Sarah came down. Sarah hadn't told her to stop yet, so she continued. She picked up her pace again, and this used her tongue and tongue fucked her for a few moments, using one of her fingers to manipulate her clit. She then went back to using her tongue on Sarah's clit, knowing she was a little more sensitive now. She quickly felt Sarah getting close again. She slid one of her fingers down, and slid it into Sarah's pussy, finding her g-spot as she continued to manipulate her clit. This quickly brought Sarah to orgasm again. As she came down, she put a hand on Niki's head and told her to stop. She sat back on her heels, waiting as Sarah came down, and her breathing returned to normal. Sarah then sat up, and smiled at Niki. "Alright, you did very well, so I'm going to reward you. Lay down on the bed" Niki stood up and got on the bed laying down the same way Sarah had been. Sarah brought her hand down to Niki's pussy and felt how wet she was. She played with Niki's clit for a moment, before moving away again. "Since you did such a good job of getting me off, you may get yourself off now" "Thank you ma'am". Niki was so close; it didn't take long before she was close to coming. "Please ma'am, may I come?" "Yes" with that, Niki came hard, yelling. As she came down, she looked at Sarah and smiled "thank you ma'am." That was a lot of fun, playing with Sarah alone is sometimes a nice change, since it is often a bit more playful. I was always nervous going down on her, since I didn't have a lot of experience with women until her; well, none to be honest. However, I was a pretty fast learner, and she was always quick to tell me what she did or didn't like. I remember one time when I was with the two of them and I was going down on Sarah while Kevin was fucking me from behind. That was interesting, since it was hard to concentrate on doing a good job on Sarah while he was fucking me. Occasionally, I get into a bad mood or something (doesn't everyone) and normally I am good about not letting it affect my attitude when I am playing. I try to be respectful, although I am often playful. I don't usually find it hard to be respectful, since I like pleasing them, and when I do, I am rewarded; either sexually or verbally. I also like to see people's reactions to things. Now, generally this doesn't get me in trouble, and is amusing. This tendency extended to Kevin. I liked to push him a little, and see how he would react. Well, in the beginning, this was fine; he expected some of it. Unfortunately, I continued doing it past where it was 'okay'. One day I was in a really good mood, which often meant that I was a bit playful, bordering on uppity. This might not have been a problem under most circumstances; however, I was seeing Kevin that day. Now, he is not harsh, or mean, or anything in that realm, but nevertheless, he does expect me to listen. He can be playful and everything, but within limits. For some reason though, this day my mouth seemed to work without checking with my brain first. I got the idea in my head to see what would happen if I really pushed him. Well, I found out… She was in an odd mood today, and she realized it. She wanted to push him, to see what would happen. As he talked, he watched her out of the corner of his eye. He saw the slight flush above the neckline of her shirt, and knew she was aroused. He was thinking about what he thought was probably going through her head at the moment. He had brought the collar with him when he had picked her up, and had her holding it in her lap during the ride downtown. He wanted to start the day off with her being very aware of her status at the moment. He had noticed her mood, and didn't want to give her wiggle room to get herself in trouble. As they finally got to his house, he parked and they got out, walking to his house. They walked inside and she started to go upstairs to put her purse down, when she felt his hand on her shoulder. "Stop" he said as he let of her shoulder "Pick up your hair." She put her purse down on the floor, and reached up to hold her hair up. He took the collar out of his pocket, where he had put it before they had left the car, and reached up, sliding it onto her neck. She felt a slight pressure as he closed it, and then she let her hair down again. She started to talk away again, but before she took another step, he spoke again. "Stop, turn around" She sighed and turned to face him, "Kneel." She shot him a quick dirty look, and then knelt down, crossing her hands behind her back, knowing this position by now. He looked at her for a moment before speaking again "Who are you?" He asked, knowing he disliked having to answer this question. She gave him another dirty look and refused to answer. "Who are you?" he asked again, and this time she realized that while she knew she would get into trouble today, she didn't want it to be for something as stupid as this. "You're slut sir," she said very quietly. "What? I did not quite hear you. Who are you?" "Your slut, sir" she repeated louder. "Yes you are, aren't you? Thank you, you can stand up again" She stood up and waited a second to see if he was going to stop her from going upstairs again, when he did not, she grabbed her purse and went upstairs. As she waited a minute for him to come upstairs, she felt the collar on her neck, and various thoughts flooded her mind. For some reason when she was wearing the collar, she felt even more submissive. She wasn't sure if it was simply having a physical reminder of her place or if it was more mental. This frustrated her as much as it aroused her, and she was determined not to make it easy for him today. Somehow she had a feeling she would regret it, but she didn't want to think about that at the moment. She had just come to this decision as he came up to the living room. He walked over to her and putting a hand on the back of her neck, pulled her towards him, kissing her. She reached up and put her hands on his arms, and he immediately pulled away. "Keep your arms at your side" He leaned in to kiss her again, and she again out her hands on his arms. He pulled away again "You just can't follow instructions can you?" he asked. She smirked up at him, put her hands on her hips and replied "I can I just choose not to" He looked at her for a second, and then suddenly reached up grabbing her hair and pulling her head back. She gasped slightly in surprise, even as that action increased her arousal. "You are my slut, and you will follow my instructions today. I will not tolerate this attitude. You can make this easy or difficult on yourself; the more you push me, the more I will push back. Do you understand?" She let out a small whimper and then mentally berated herself for doing so. "Yeah, I get it" she snapped at him. He gripped her hair a little tighter "excuse me? Care to rephrase that?" "Yes, I understand, sir" she corrected. Even as she resisted, she heard a small voice in her head asking why she was doing it. She enjoyed being his submissive so much and really wasn't sure why she was trying to anger him today. "Good" with that let go of her hair again, and saw her fume a little. He found her resistance rather amusing when he knew she would give in at the end anyway. Despite the amusement though, he wasn't going to tolerate it. She had said she wanted to be trained, and she wasn't going to learn anything if he let her get away with this behavior. Maybe once she was fully trained, she could get away with some of it. "I want you to go upstairs, remove your clothes, and be kneeling on the floor when I come up. I will be up shortly," he told her. She didn't reply, but simply started walking upstairs, putting a little extra swing in her hips, knowing he was watching her ass. She walked into the room and looked around; there weren't any toys out yet. She removed her skirt and shirt, putting them on the chest. She then knelt down on the floor. She only waiting a minute before he came in, carrying a glass of water. He put the water down on the little table, looked and her but didn't say a word to her. He walked around her and turned on the CD player, then walked back out of the room. She knelt there wondering what the hell he was doing; he hadn't even spoken to her when he came in the room. A moment later, he came back in to the room, this time carrying several things. Again, he ignored her as he put what he had brought into the room down. She watched him, and she saw that he had brought the cane in. She hoped he didn't use it on her, but she knew that considering she had every intention of being a pain in the ass, that she would probably wind up feeling its sting before the day was out. She thought she might be able to talk him out of it, but doubted it. He had put everything down and was now just watching her, knowing it would make her nuts. She decided that she has knelt there quietly for long enough and stood up. As he stood up she heard say sharply "Did I tell you that you could stand up?" She looked at him "No, you didn't, but I was just kneeling there and…" However, before she could finish her sentence, he had walked up to her, and slapped her across the face. Before she had a chance to complain he spoke again "I didn't tell you to stand up yet. Kneel" She debated whether to do so or not, and then decided it was not a good idea to not do it. She knelt again. "Now, do you want to stand up?" he asked her. She shot him a dirty look "Yes, I want to get up, sir" she added with a bit of sarcasm. "Ask me for permission", She looked at him stunned for moment; she couldn't believe he was asking her to ask permission to stand up. He watched the thoughts go through her head as though they were written on her forehead, knowing that she disliked having to ask permission for something this simple. She decided there was no way in hell that she was going to ask permission for this. She stood up again, and as she stood she said "There is no way in hell I am going to ask permission for something like that, and you should know it" New Experiences There are a few things you should know first: A) He was sensual and creative. I think you can be sensual without being creative, but I don't think you can be creative without being sensual. Fortunately for me, he was both. B) He was my intellectual equal, something I had not experienced in a long time. I was able to talk to him without explaining myself, without clarification of what I meant. It was exciting and challenging. C) He was older and worldlier. He wasn't a frat boy. He did not have a frat boy mentality. He was interested in me as a person. He saw my large breasts, but they were not always his first concern. D) He knew – and appreciated – that sex starts in the mind. He knew that foreplay is not just kissing and tweaking nipples. Foreplay starts with soft words and stimulating conversations. He was the Master of these things. Before he ever touched my body, he made love to my mind. E) He was worthy of me. I do not say that to sound arrogant, or vain. The fact is that I gave up nothing to be with him. I didn't have to explain my jokes; he always understood them. I did not have to police my thoughts or actions or speech; he was always interested in what I had to say, no matter how trivial. He appreciated me as I was and did not ask for changes or compromises. F) Because of all these things, I would have done anything for him. As a matter of fact, I never once, in all the time we were together, ever denied him anything. I never told him 'no,' no matter how scary it was. I trusted him enough to know that he'd never ask anything of me that would hurt me. He cared for me and had my best interests foremost in his mind. He liked pushing my boundaries, expanding my horizons, but he never hurt me. The way we met was so unlike us both. It was commonplace, almost clichéd. We met in the middle of the night, snowed in at O'Hare. It was crowded, but quiet. The woman sitting next to me, 350 pounds if she was an ounce, kept snoring her barbecue-chicken pizza breath on my face, so I moved out of the uncomfortable blue vinyl chairs and found an empty space in the corridor. I sat with my back against the wall and stretched out my legs. He was sitting to my right. At first I didn't even notice him. He was silent, compact, his legs wrapped around a duffel bag between his knees. Really, his duffel bag was what I noticed first, because Navokov's Lolita was sticking out of the side pocket. I was intrigued, because I was the only other person I'd ever known who had actually read the book. Seeing the book made me curious to see the man, so I covertly checked him out, starting at the bottom and working my way to the top. His shoes were Nike sneakers. They gave me no information; almost every man I'd ever known wore sneakers. But they were clean and well-kept and properly tied. His legs were clad in Levi Strauss jeans, which I knew because of the orange threading on the seams. They were clean and pressed, but like the sneakers, they were no help. I twisted my body around toward him, bunched up my soft fleece jacket, and put it on my shoulder to use as a pillow. At first, I kept my eyes closed, pretending as if I were trying to fall asleep. After a few minutes, I opened my eyes. He was not asleep, but was reading the arrival/departure board, which was blinking 'all flights delayed.' Since his attention was diverted, I checked out the rest of him. His shirt gave me no idea of what kind of man he might be, either. It was a plain blue denim shirt, with a Hensley collar and a left breast pocket, neatly buttoned. The shirt was also pressed, with neat creases down the arms. His hands were across his abdomen and were much more interesting than his clothes. He had large, thick wrists, lightly covered with hair. His hands were wide, with prominent knuckles and long, thin, sensitive fingers. I could not see his palms. I did not know whether or not they were soft, or covered with calluses. But his nails were clean, and cut short. My eyes traveled upward, I did not move my head. His jaw line and chin were strong and well-defined, as were his cheekbones. His nose was cute, and pert, not matching the rest of his aquiline features. His lips were wide, thin and very red, as if he'd been drinking cherry Kool-Aid®. As I looked up at his eyes, he turned his head toward me and smiled. I was startled, because I thought he was still reading the board, but I returned his smile and whispered, "Hello." Seeing his dark eyes and white smile both at the same time made my heart palpitate for a minute or two. I was able to maintain my composure throughout our first conversation, though, because we made small talk about the storm, Chicago traffic and our books. I was holding Steinbeck's Cannery Row, which he noticed and upon which he commented. He had read it, too, and was able to talk knowledgeably about Steinbeck, Salinas and the migration during the Great Depression. Thus began our great love affair. Perhaps I should say Great Love Affair. It was worthy of capital letters, of a book, of an epic movie. We did everything together: ate, slept, lived, breathed. We liked the same books, the same movies, the same foods. I introduced him to new things, which he gamely tried, and conversely, he did the same for me. We were able to relax together, we found serenity in one another. We were able to just sit together, holds hands and enjoy our lives. Somehow, his presence in my life made the rest of the world more tolerable, less intrusive. His name was Julian and he was beauty. He gave me peace. I miss him so much. Our lives were not perfect. We were both strong people; strong-willed, opinionated and stubborn. We argued frequently. We had debates even more often. He loved politics and current events. I did not. We debated the importance of current events, of various political activities throughout the world. We discussed the importance of books, of movies, of American pop culture, sex. No topic was taboo, nothing was too sensitive to analyze. We did not always agree, but we both respected the other one's opinion, and more importantly, the other's right to say it and try to prove it. We both loved music and spent countless hours not talking, just lying on the bed, on the couch, and even on the living-room floor, listening to every kind of music under the sun. I introduced him to Delta blues, and he introduced me to Irish folk music. We went to concert after concert. I think we spent more money on concerts when we were together than we did on any other form of entertainment. It never mattered what kind of music, what venue, or the cost...we just had to experience it. That's what I miss most about Julian, the experiences. We tried new things. It wasn't about the success or the failure of the trying, it was the trying itself. We both felt that in order to grow, you must change. And you can only change through new experiences. Our experimenting carried over into every aspect of our life, including lovemaking. We read The Kama Sutra together and tried all the appealing positions. Some we liked, and some we didn't, but we always enjoyed attempting them. Julian was a considerate lover. He was generous. Even when he was greedy, selfish, he was generous, because everything he liked, I liked. More than that, I liked it BECAUSE he liked it. If he wanted something that I really didn't care about one way or the other, it still excited me, because it excited him so much. Nothing pleased me more than to please him...in every way. We had marathon sessions of lovemaking. They lasted for hours. We would take breaks to re-hydrate and refuel, but we would not leave the house. We might stay naked for entire days, whole weekends. It was during one of these sessions that I offered Julian anything he wanted. We'd been making love for hours, and the sun was just beginning to rise through the window to my right. He was sprawled on our king-sized bed, deep inside of me. I was riding him, as he squeezed my breasts and pinched and rolled my nipples. It had been a glorious night, as we worked our way through pretty much every position we'd read about in the Kama Sutra. I'd had at least six orgasms, and he'd had two, all of which had been intense. I was soaking wet, everywhere. My entire body was moist. Even my hairline was damp with sweat, and I was completely soaked from my waist to my knees. Our bodily fluids intermingled on our bodies and the sheets. The room smelled musky, and the scent was intoxicating. Perhaps it was that intoxicating perfume that compelled me to lean forward, with Julian still deep inside of me, and whisper in his ear, "Tell me what you want. I'll do anything." Regardless of the compulsion, I was not expecting his response; he said nothing, his dark eyes holding mine, never moving, not blinking. We were still, staring at each other. I was even further surprised when Julian lifted me up, and pulled himself out of me. As his hard cock slipped out of me, I felt a loss, as if part of me had gone missing. My surprise turned to astonishment when he adjusted his body, and moved me back until his cock was at my ass. Neither of us spoke as he pressed my hips downward, and thrust his hardness up. I felt a great pressure, but no penetration. I was nervous and scared, which led to tight muscles, which prohibited him penetrating me. After a few minutes of trying, he lifted me again and set my feet on the floor. He raised himself from the bed and headed toward the bathroom. "Get on your knees. Bend over the bed." He threw these words over his shoulder as he walked into our bathroom. He did not ask. He did not request. It was an order. He had no intention of being disobeyed. He expected complete obedience. Defiance did not even occur to him. Nor did it occur to me. I only knew that this was yet another new experience with him, a new experience that I was eager to have with him, for him. I went to the other side of the bed, facing the window, through which the new sun was seeping. I got on my knees, against the bed, and watched Julian walk into the room. He was a large man (6'3" and 230 pounds), and from my submissive position, he seemed even bigger. His body was covered with light, curly hair, which caught the sun and formed a cream-colored aura around his body. He had his cock in his left hand, stroking it with Vaseline. The light and the Vaseline made the veins and ridges and head glisten. I could almost see the blood pulsating in him as he stroked. He seemed a sexual god, his enigmatic eyes piercing mine as he walked toward me. It was this sight that caused me to start gushing wetness again. Watching him, I could feel my pussy twitch and the moisture oozing out over my lips and down my thighs. I began to moan, wanting him, needing him to fill me. My hips began to move even before he reached me, rocking, which brought my clitoris into contact with the bed each time I moved forward. As he knelt down behind me, and got onto his knees, his entire body came into contact with mine. I could feel his chest hair on my back as he slid down. His engorged cock dragged from my lower back down to between my cheeks. His hardness and the feel of his hairy thighs against the back of my smooth ones made me ache for him to be inside me again. As he leaned over me, he pushed me down over the low bed, and my nipples raked against the sheets, making me flood even more, with anticipation. He started by reaching under me, holding my breasts in his hands. I could feel his calluses scraping across my soft skin, and his long fingers rolling my nipples, twisting them. He was rocking his hips back and forth, his cock coming into brief contact with my ass time and again. He was slippery with the Vaseline, and I was slick with my own juice, and he was sliding over my ass. He would crouch down, and allow his cock to lose all contact with my body, his hips lower than mine. Then he would raise up, and his cock would drag along my pussy lips, up between my ass cheeks, until his balls were grinding against me. We were both aching now. I needed him inside me, and he needed to be inside of me. I began to beg. "Please, Julian. Please fuck my ass. Please. I want you inside of me, fucking my ass. Please, Julian, please." I was mindless. I had never begged him before; not for anything. I knew that he was insensible, too. I could feel him groaning and grunting against my shoulder, his breathing ragged and uneven. He was squeezing my breasts now, hard, and his fingers on my nipples were rough, painfully good. He scraped the inside of my thighs with his nails as he jerked my legs apart, opening me up for him. He was rough with me. He was driven by his need to fill me. I could feel his hands on my ass, as he pulled my cheeks apart, his thumbs on the sides of my waiting orifice, holding me open so he could stuff himself inside of me. He placed himself just so, and then began to push. My body resisted, but my mind did not. I pushed back against him, and felt his head pop inside me. It was so painful that I gasped his name. He felt so big inside me there. I felt a burning pain that I'd never experienced before, not even when I lost my virginity. He stayed still for a minute, and my body adjusted around him. Then he slowly began to ease inside of me, stopping every so often to let me adjust to his girth. He was shaking. I could feel his hips quivering against me, and his excitement began to build mine again, overcoming the pain. Before I realized it, he was all the way inside me, inside my ass. I could feel his balls against me. He didn't begin stroking immediately. He began to rock our connected bodies, moving us forward and backward with his hips and his hands. As he rocked against me, the pain began to dissipate, dissolve into pleasure. I was tight around him, but eventually his rocking turned into stroking, as he moved in and out of me slowly. I began to visualize his viewpoint, seeing his throbbing, shiny cock pull out of my ass, the veins bulging, then slowly burying himself inside of me again. It made me want more more more, and I began to push back against him as he was stroking in, and away from him as he was pulling out. We worked out a beautiful rhythm, fucking slowly but deeply. Then he pulled all the way out of me. I felt his head scrape against my walls as he popped out, and then a delicious twinge of pain as he pushed back inside. He did that several times in a row, each time submerging himself to the hilt upon each re-entry. He began moving faster, fucking me hard now, pushing my breasts against the sheets and my hips against the side of the bed. Each time he pushed into me, my clitoris, hot and big and swollen, rubbed against the bed. I began chanting a mantra of his name "Julian Julian Julian Julian," each time my clit came into contact with the bed. Suddenly, he put his hand between my legs and pushed two fingers inside my sopping pussy, and began fingering me with the rhythm he was using to stroke his hot cock inside my ass. I was so full of him. My pussy was gripping his fingers and my ass was gripping his cock, and we were rushing toward that 'little death,' as the French so aptly call it. He started moving faster, and my body was responding. I was pinching my own nipples now, and pushing against him, aching to finish, needing that release I was so desperately chasing. I felt him tense, and his fucking become frenzied, manic. He was pounding into me now, slamming inside of me, with both his cock and his fingers, and my clit was throbbing. The rhythm was harsh, the tempo ever-increasing as we began to orgasm together. With one last powerful thrust, he was all the way inside of me again, gripping my shoulder painfully with the fingers on his left hand, his fingers on his right as deep as they could go inside of my pussy, and he was grinding my clit against the bed with his hips. As my orgasm overwhelmed me, I could feel my ass and my pussy clench around him, my eyes screwed shut, straining against all of these feelings. Wave after wave of ecstasy flowed through me and into him. We were both yelling and groaning senseless words, in tandem with one another as we reached a plateau neither of us had ever experienced. As the waves decreased in both intensity and frequency, he slumped on top of me. I was completely covered by his broad chest on my back, as we fought to regain our breath. I could feel the result of our orgasms slipping down my thighs, warm and thick. We stayed that way for a long time, on our knees beside the bed. He put his arms around me, and we cuddled there, both of us too weak at the knees to rise. He told me things that night, kneeling there by our bed, that he'd never told me before....how much he loved me, how much he feared losing me, how he wanted to be with me forever, to take care of me. That was not the last time we had anal sex, but it was the most intense, and the most special. Julian and I are no longer together, and have lost touch, but I shall never forget his influence on me: mentally, physically, emotionally, psychologically. He made me more than I thought I could be, simply because he thought I could be. I miss him so much. New Experiences In my mid-40s I thought I had done it all. My sex life started early. At a very young age I had fucked with a girl a few years older than me. She would come to my house. We would go underneath the house, actually, in a crawl space. She would undress, lay on her back or get on her knees, and I would kiss and lick her pussy and stick my dick in her. Or she would get on top of me and fuck me From those early beginnings, I had sex with lots of girls for many years. I even had sex with other guys. Fucking all through my teen years, I got married at age 20 to a hot 18-year-old. I was graduated from college and went to my first real job. The job required lots of travel and like many women once they marry a man, my wife's lust for sex with me waned. So I fell into the trap of dipping my wick in willing women while on the road, traveling on the job. I had some great sex with a variety of women, and again with some men. Then came the new experiences. I was flying as a corporate pilot. On one trip I had a female passenger - a news reporter. We made her first flight to cover the story on which she was working. When we returned to my home base, to the motel, a suite rented for me by the company for which I was working, she announced that she would like to come to my suite to interview me about the work that I was doing. She explained that it was part of her story. In my suite she conducted a professional interview, then asked if we could relax together. I agreed. She put aside her notepad, pencil and tape recorder. She asked me if I could mix a drink for her from the bar in the suite. I agreed, and mixed a drink for her and for me. After a couple of drinks she asked if it was okay with me if she smoked. Again, I agreed. She dug around in her purse and came out with a handrolled cigarette from a small plastic package with more of the same in the baggie. As she lit up I realized she was smoking MJ - Mary Jane - marijuana. The sweet odor of the weed filled the room. To cover the smell, I went to the credenza and lit a joss stick of East Indian origin and placed it in the wooden holder that came with the package of room odorizer. As I sat back on the bed opposite the other bed on which she was sitting she offered me a hit on the joint. I declined. Drugs and flying do not go well together, and I had to fly the next day as on every day in this job. She finished the doobie, rolled the lit end of it in an ashtray to put it out, then announced she was hungry and horny smoothing a hand over her breasts and sliding her other hand between her legs to emphasize her point. I needed no more invitation. I moved from where I was sitting to sit on the opposite bed beside her. I took her into my arms and kissed her on the cheek. She turned her mouth to me, and we worked our tongues together, openmouthed, Frenchkissing. I replaced her hand on her breasts with one of mine and with my other hand hers between her legs. She moaned into my mouth, opened her legs wider, laid on the bed, lifted her knees and spread her legs even wider. I felt the wetness in her panties as her skirt rode up on her slender thighs giving me full access to her pudenda. My cock was fully erected. She grasped it, felt its outline in my pants, slid her hand up and down. Soon, I was as wet as she was. I leaked pre-cum flooding my underwear and trousers. We broke our mouth kissing. At the same time I brought my fingers to my mouth to taste the juice of her pussy, and she put her fingers in her mouth sampling my pre-cum. I was ready to undress, undress her and fuck. As we returned to feeling each others sex and kissing, me massaging her breasts, one, the other, she broke the kiss again, and hissed into my ear, "Let's go take a shower. We are so sweaty. Let's clean up, then do it." I was more than ready to follow her lead. We undressed and went to the bathroom naked together. I followed her slender body, tight rounded ass into the shower/tub. She turned on and adjusted the water to a good temperature and turned toward me. We came together in a clutching embrace, our naked, now wet bodies together. Pumping soap out of the wall-mounted container, she washed me with particular attention to my back, armpits, hairy chest, stomach, balls, and finally my cock. I knew I was getting clean, but I was gaining no ground on the pre-cum oozing from my cockhead. She realized it too and turned me around with her soapy hands. She washed my back more and worked her way down to my buttocks. I could not help but flinch when she ran her hand into my asscrack and washed my hole with her soft, thin fingers. It was now my turn. I started washing her, her face, neck, upper body, little titties, feeling her extra long nipples stiffen in my hands. Down over her firm belly, into her pubic patch of hair. I bypassed her twat and washed her legs - inner thighs, outside, down the calves of her legs, her feet - tiny - her little toes. She turned. I washed her back from her shoulders down to her firm, rounded buttocks. As she had done for me, I passed fingers into the cleft of her butt and laved her rosebud with the soapy water. "Ummmnh," she moaned and pushed back against my fingers. I eased a soapy finger into her anus. She rocked back against my finger deeper, pushing it into her. "Yes," she said, "wash me good there." I did. Our hands moving all over each other we rinsed away all of the soap while kissing more. My hard cock rode between her legs at first, our juices flowing, mixing together. Then she pulled away slightly. My erection sprang up. She leaned into me trapping my hardon between our bodies. I was so horny, felt my balls tighten in my scrotum, knew I would cum now if we did not stop. Sandy broke away from me and stepped out of the shower. She took a towel from the rack and waited to then dry me all over. I returned that favor too. Then she asked me to excuse her. I left the bathroom, went to the bed nearest the window and lay on my back waiting for her. I was so tired from the day of work, flying, I eased into the beginning of sleep. Soon I sensed her in the room with me. She stood naked still by the bed, drying with a towel, then brushing her hair. As I looked up at her svelte, little body, her black-hair-covered pussy at the top of her slender legs, her little breasts with their long nipples, her firm stomach, my cock arched up on my belly, oozed fresh pre-cum. Sandy leaned over and kissed my cockhead, licked off my juice flow. She took my cockshaft in her soft, little hand and stroked it. She milked more of my clear liquid up my shaft, out the slit and covered my mushroom crown with her lips. Slowy she slid more of my cock into her mouth, sucking, licking, swallowing. I reached up for her and brought her down to me. She swiveled around, opened her legs and straddled my face. I looked up into the folds of her pretty pussy - the outer lips puffy, covering the inner lips, her prominent clit still hooded by her sex. I felt her lay over me, her little titties, long nipples on my stomach. She took more of my cock deeper into her mouth. I reached for her skinny hips and pulled her snatch to my face. I kissed her pussy, swiped my tongue up and down between her labia majora, spread those lips with my tongue and licked her inner labia. Her juice covered my lips and tongue. "Ooooh, ooooh, ooooh, yeah," she moaned, lifting her mouth off my cock. "Kiss it, baby, lick it. Suck. Eat my pussy." She squatted down tighter against my mouth, took my cock back into her mouth and sucked, licking her tongue around the bell end of my cock helmet. We locked for several minutes into a luxurious 69. I worked my lips and tongue on her cunt. She took more and more of my cock into her mouth, fondling my balls with her soft, little hand. Licking her pussy, swabbing my tongue up and down between the folds of her warm, wet cunt, I felt her shudder. Her thighs clamped on my face, her juices gushed into my mouth, over my tongue, lips and chin as I held onto her thrashing firm butt. My nose rubbed in the cleft of her ass, even on her rosebud. I thought she was going to suck me off, take my cumload in her mouth, but as her quaking slowed down, her squeals with a mouthful of my cock diminished, she raised her head, slipped my cock out of her mouth with a deep slurp. She pushed my thighs further apart, dove her head deeper between my legs. She pulled my asscheeks apart, licked my cleft and kissed my rosebud. "Oh, oh, oh, wow," I shuddered as she licked my asshole. She raised up, giggling. "You like that?" she asked. "Umnh yeah, oh yes," I moaned. "More. Please more." "That's the reason we took a shower together," she said and dove back between my legs, underneath my balls to kiss and lick my ass more. My cock was going crazy, twitching, lurching, exuding so much pre-cum I thought I was cumming. My balls were tingling, drawn up tight in my hairy sack. I pulled Sandy back down to my mouth. She arched her belly and ass forward enough for my tongue to find her anus rather than her pussy. I kissed her crinkled hole, tongued it. Did as she was doing to me, eating her asshole. I lifted my legs higher, relishing the feel of her tongue probing at my anal hole. She pushed down on me harder. We ate ass together. She grasped my cock in her soft hand and stroked it. I found her pussy with my hand, spread her lips, slid a finger into her oily quim, another one, a third one, forcing her tight cunt wider. I thumbed her now exposed clit with one hand and fondled her tits with my other hand. Sandy squatted down hard on my mouth covering her back hole. She rocked back and forth sliding my lips and tongue over her splayed open ass and pussy. From her brown hole over her furry pussy my lips and tongue swabbed her. Her tongue dug into my ass. I trembled with her, ready again to cum. Sandy rared up, swung around, rolled onto her back. "Fuck me!" she screamed. "Put that cock in me." I got over her, she guided my cock to her twat. With her legs lifted high and wide, she pulled me into her. In one deep stroke, I buried my 7.5x5 cut cock into her slimy cunt. "Oh, oh, oh, yes, fuck me," she squealed, "fuck my pussy." I pulled back until only the head was held between her quivering cuntlips, and pushed into her. Again, again, again, I fucked into her as she bucked up against me. I locked my mouth to hers, knew we were tasting her ass on my lips, my ass on her lips; rode her with my cock as she humped up and down meeting each stroke. "Oh Rob, oh Rob, oh Rob, fuck," she breathed. "I'm cumming again. Oh yeah, again." Her pussy gripped and released, gripped and released, the lips fluttering on my shaft as I slid back and forth in her. Sandy gasped, cumming again. I started shooting my cum into her hot quim. She gasped and came again. As I slid my cock in and out of her hole we squished together, her cum and mine covering her asshole, thighs, her pubes and mine. I fucked her and she humped up against me until my cock went totally limp. I lifted up, slid down kissing her long nipples, sucking one the other into my mouth, tongued her navel, went down on her and ate her pussy, sucking my own cum out of her sweet twat. "Oooooooooooh, no, no, no, ooooooooh,:" Sandy came again flooding my mouth with even more of her juices. Her skinny thighs slammed and opened, slammed and opened on my head. I rolled beside her. We lay there, cuddling for a long time. Relaxing, coming down from our fucking, from our cumming. Sandy said, after a while, "Rob, I am still hungry." I agreed again. "Let's get dressed then and go eat, or do you want to order room service?" I asked her. "Let's shower again and go to dinner," she answered. We did. [Later, Sandy explained to me how she had learned the pleasures of kissing ass. Even later, Sandy and I had another woman with us, and Sandy taught the other woman the pleasures of anal oral sex.]. New Experiences Monday morning and Jess woke with a jump. She could feel a hand running its way down her back, across her arse and between her legs. Parting her lips, the stranger pushed two fingers inside her. She winced as they entered but soon got used to the intrusion. Groggily she opened her eyes and laid sight on her trespasser. Focusing on the person she could tell it was a blond, green eyed girl of about 20. She found it hard to concentrate on this figure as her fingers slid in and out, in and out, in and out of her wet slit. She didn't like women, not in a sexual way, but this felt so good. Her soft fingers guiding her to endless amounts of pleasure. Suddenly Jess arched her back and came heavily. "Morning," said the figure, you liked that didn't you. Jess nodded in reply. The unknown removed her fingers from Jess and began licking off her juices. "Mmmm," She said. "Tastes good!" Wearily Jess sat up looking at the new figure in her bed, suddenly noticing that both of them were completely naked. Sharply she pulled the covers around herself and through the rest over her partner. "What's up? You're not shy are you? You can't be after last night?" asked the girl. "Last night?" she replied. "You really don't remember do you? I know you were a bit drunk but I didn't realise you were that bad! Basically you picked me up in Glacier and brought me back here, we had sex; you were pretty good I may add. I've had many girls, but none as gifted as you, but then we had another drink, sex again, and went to bed. You woke up, I fingered you, and here we are now, I'm Amy by the way." "Ok. Well I've never been with a girl before, cant remember much of it though." "We'll just have to do it again then won't we?" responded Amy as she slid beneath the sheets. Later that day the two girls emerged from the shower, one tall blonde, the other, a slightly shorter dark haired girl. Blue eyes shone from her pure face as he rubbed her shaved slit. Her tits weren't big, but they were beautiful. Only an A cup, but cute and responsive none the less. It's always the flat ones that are the horniest. Thee ones that get overlooked for the bigger breasted girls. Slowly and passionately the two girls turned and gazed into each others and began a long slow kiss. After a couple of minutes the duo split. "Jess?" whispered Amy. "Yes" the raven haired girl replied. "I have a friend that really wants to experience a three-way, and was wondering if the third person would be you, if you're ok with it that is." "Yeh, sure, why not, I mean I've slept with a girl now so I think I can handle a girl and guy. It is a guy isn't it?" Jess asked questionably. "Yeh, yeh it is." With that, the two girls returned to the bedroom to continue the day long sexathon. What fun! Two weeks passed and jess had no contact from Amy at all. She had given Amy her number, but had forgotten to get hers in return. Then out of the blue, when she was on her lunch break from work, work being in a shoe shop in the local town. She received a text: "Meet me outside the galaxy club at half seven tonight, don't be late. Amy." That only gave her half an hour to get home, change and get back to the club. Seven O'clock arrived and Jess headed home. Half an hour later she was standing outside the club in the poring rain, typical English weather. Her clubbing clothes, consisting of a short golden-brown dress and the heels to match. Ten minutes passed and no one arrived. Then just as she was about to head home, another text came through: "Sorry, running late, will meet you inside in ten minutes, Sorry." Slowly the soggy girl headed inside. Darkness. No lights, no bouncers, what was going on? She entered the main dance floor half expecting the cleaner to be there, but no. the stage was empty and so was the floor. The only thing that was in the room was a single wooden chair, highlighted by a red spotlight shining down upon it. The door closed behind her, and out of the darkness appeared two figures. One was Amy. She was dressed in fishnet stockings a black thong and a tight corset with the bra section removed so her boobs spilled over. In her hand was a chain that was attached to the collar of the second person, a man. "This Is Jack. He Will Be Our Slave For Tonight!" New Experiences Jeremy and Rebecca were an average recently married couple. They got along wonderfully and told each other everything; everything, that is, except their sexual fantasies. Jeremy is a handsome man standing at 6'1" with sandy blonde hair which he keeps gelled in short spikes. He is fit, tan, and has a very satisfying 7 ½" inch dick. Rebecca is beautiful at 5'3" with long brown hair. She has small but perky 34B breasts, a bald pussy, and an ass that would make any man drool. Jeremy and Rebecca's sex life is not that exciting. Usually they have sex in the missionary position before going to bed. Jeremy has experimented with other sexual acts with women before he married Rebecca, but Rebecca is slightly frightened by sex and tends to shy away from new experiences. Jeremy has always wanted to put his dick in Rebecca's ass. He loves her tight pussy, but cannot stop imagining what it would be like in her even tighter ass. Rebecca has been reading stories about pain during sex. She finds it hard to believe that any woman would get off on pain, but as she is reading she finds her panties growing wet. Here is what happened one night when both Jeremy and Rebecca finally gave in to their sexual desires. ____________ Rebecca had already gotten into bed when Jeremy came into the bedroom. She had the covers pulled up to her neck with her back to him. He thought she was asleep. As Jeremy got into bed, he lightly slapped Rebecca's ass through the covers. To his surprise she moaned quietly. Rebecca knew that this was her chance to try out some of the stuff she had been reading about. As she gave a quiet moan, she pushed her ass closer to Jeremy. "You sound like you liked that," Jeremy said and slapped her ass again, this time a bit harder. Again Rebecca moaned and pushed her ass towards Jeremy. "You do like that," Jeremy patted Rebecca's ass softly and laughed to himself. "Do it again," Rebecca moaned. When Jeremy didn't move, Rebecca said, "Again, do it again. Harder." Jeremy was surprised by Rebecca's moans and his dick was beginning to get hard. He slapped her again with a satisfying thwack through the covers. "Oh, yes!" Rebecca moaned and she climbed to her knees on the bed and faced Jeremy. She took off the t-shirt she was wearing to sleep in and bent over to kiss Jeremy's neck. The covers had fallen off her when she moved and all she was wearing now was a pair of hot pink lace boy shorts. Jeremy rubbed Rebecca's ass, enjoying the feel of the lace against his hand. Then he lifted his hand and gave her the hardest slap yet. Rebecca yelped as his fingers came into direct contact with her lace clad ass. She could feel the sting in her skin. And her slightly moist pussy became wet. She looked Jeremy in the eyes then looked at the boxers he was wearing. His dick looked like it would rip through his boxers at any moment, tearing them to shreds. Without saying anything, Rebecca took off her boy shorts. She was now sitting completely naked on the bed. The harsh light from the ceiling fan shown off her body. Jeremy had never seen Rebecca in this light before. Because they always had sex before bed, they had always completed the act with the lights off and usually under the covers. Jeremy knew the shape of Rebecca's body almost strictly through the sense of touch. Now, looking at her body in the light, his dick became harder. She was beautiful. Her nipples were standing at attention and he could smell the sweet scent of her pussy. Jeremy removed his boxers but did not move from his laying position on the bed. He wanted to see where this was going. Rebecca stared at Jeremy's pulsating dick. She wanted put his dick in her mouth. She had never done this before and the urge was growing too strong. But she wondered what Jeremy would think of her being so nasty. She did not want to turn him off. She debated with herself for several seconds in the quiet of the bedroom. Suddenly she bent her head down and pulled him into her wet mouth. Jeremy gasped. He could not believe that his wife Rebecca was sucking on his dick. Her mouth was so wet, as if her saliva glands had been working overtime in preparation for his dick. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation. Rebecca used one hand to hold the base of his dick and the other she used to play with his balls. Rebecca was surprised by how hungry Jeremy's dick made her. Once it was in her mouth she did not want to let it out. As she bobbed her head up and down she thought about the stories she had read. Taking advice from these stories, she swirled her tongue around the tip of his dick. She sucked hard and pushed him in as far as she could. She began to move faster and her whole body started to rock back and forth. This caused her to rub her clit against the sheet and the feeling made her moan. Rebecca moaned onto Jeremy's dick and the vibrations made his toes curl. Slowly, so as not to frighten Rebecca off the act, he began to shift his hips to meet each of her downward thrusts. He reached out to grab Rebecca's ass and lightly slap her there. This made her moan more and she shifted so that his fingers could reach her pussy. Jeremy could not believe what was happening. They had gone from quiet discreet sex in the dark to him fucking his wife's mouth while having a full view of her beautiful pussy and ass. He could see that her pussy lips were already slicked with her juices and the pink bud of her ass hole was calling to him. He slid his fingers around the outside of her pussy lips. He gently rolled his middle finger over her clit and then inserted the finger into her. She moaned again and he knew he had to taste her juices directly from their source. Jeremy sat up and bent his head down to her wet pussy lips. As his lips and teeth closed around her clit, Rebecca gave a sharp intake of breath on his dick, chilling it with the air. A few seconds passed and she went back to sucking his dick, replacing the cold air with the warm wetness of her mouth. It was too much for Jeremy and he thrust his fingers into her wet pussy. He found her g-spot and rubbed at it until she cried out. He played with her g-spot with his middle finger and used his thumb to rub her clit. Soon he was awarded with Rebecca's cries as she fell back on the bed and his hand was covered in her juices. "Oh, yes! That was wonderful!" Rebecca had never experienced anything like that before. Without realizing it, she began to grind her pussy onto Jeremy's hand. Jeremy moved his wet hand over her pussy lips. He slid his fingers to her ass hole and gently rubbed it. This was amazing! His wife had asked him to slap her ass, sucked him, and was now allowing him to fondle her ass hole. Then he got an idea that brought a wicked smile to his lips. He moved his fingers back to her clit and slightly swollen pussy lips. He gently stroked her, then without warning, he slapped her pussy lips. He didn't do it with much force, but the act had Rebecca's eyes flying open. "Yes, again," she moaned. Jeremy slapped her again, enjoying the way her already red pussy lips became a shade darker. Rebecca pinched her right nipple and moan. She thrust her hips up asking for more. Jeremy slapped her pussy again but lighter that the previous two times. "Harder!" Rebecca panted. Jeremy was surprised. He hit a bit harder and again Rebecca moaned, "Harder!" Jeremy had never seen his wife behave in such a way. His dick was so hard. He began rubbing up and down his shaft and hit her pussy harder like she requested. "Harder, damn it!" Rebecca yelled and Jeremy almost lost it. He hit her so that the sound vibrated around the room and his fingers tingled with the impact of skin on skin. He quickly shoved two fingers deep into Rebecca and sent her directly over the top. Again his hand was coated in her juices. Her whole body shook on the bed and she gripped the wooden footboard to hold herself still. As she came down from her orgasm, Jeremy shoved a third finger into her and drove her into another. He loved watching her like this. He felt like he was in complete control. Never before had he excited her this much. And never before had he been able to put three fingers into her cunt. He wanted to push her farther, so he put in a fourth finger. Rebecca was panting, she couldn't breathe. Jeremy moved to his knees and shifted around so that he was no long pushing his fingers into Rebecca. He had his hand cupped and was now pulling his fingers towards himself. Rebecca grabbed at his back and ass, needing to hold onto something. Still it was not enough for Jeremy. He shoved in the two middle fingers from this other hand into her abused pussy and started pulling with all his strength lifting her ass off the sheets as he did so. Rebecca came again, this time with so much force that her juices hit Jeremy's hands and shot back onto her stomach and breasts. Jeremy rubbed her juices into her skin and sucked on her breasts. Rebecca lay panting. Jeremy was sure that their fun for the night was over. Suddenly, he felt Rebecca's hands on his hips. "I want you cock in my mouth," she practically growled. She shoved her head between Jeremy's legs and sucked his dick. She was on all fours on the bed with her ass up in the air. Jeremy couldn't resist any longer. He placed one of his cum soaked hands on the back of Rebecca's head and began to fuck her mouth hard. His other hand he moved to her dripping pussy. Her juices were running down her thighs and her pussy readily accepted his fingers again. After wetting his fingers, he moved his hand to her ass and slowly shoved a finger into her tight hole. Rebecca tightened her muscles and whimpered. Jeremy waited until she relaxed again and then pushed the finger in farther. Slowly he finger fucked her ass while she sucked his cock for everything that she was worth. Jeremy couldn't take it anymore. He wanted to fuck her in the ass but he knew that she was not ready for that yet. That would have to wait until next time. He pulled her around and slammed his cock into her swollen pussy. Rebecca cried out in pain and pleasure. Jeremy fucked her hard for several minutes. He had grabbed the back of Rebecca's neck so that she could not lie down. She sat up at an awkward angle and watched his cock disappear into her pussy. Her mouth hung open and saliva started to accumulate. She wished she was flexible enough to bend herself in half and lick at Jeremy's cock while it was fucking her sopping pussy. His hand around her neck was still wet with her pussy juices and his thumb was resting on her cheek. Rebecca turned her head and sucked her own juices off his thumb. She closed her eyes and pretended that it was his cock. Jeremy was close to cumming. Watching her suck her own juices turned him on so much and he immediately pulled out of her pussy and moved up to shove his cock into her mouth. Rebecca, getting her wish for his huge cock in her mouth covered in her pussy juices, greedily sucked him until he was just about the cum. Jeremy pulled out of her mouth and shot his load all over her chest. Both fell back on the bed panting. This was definitely a first for them, but not a last.